If they leave you with only their memories sticking to your skin, don’t try to cut it out in hopes that you might bleed art. (you won’t) If they leave you with only their names dangling off the corner of your mouth, don’t try to … Continue reading If they leave you.
Spend some time
With the night sky
Curled up beside you.
Let it drip secrets
In your ears
Is its most
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We cut open the minutes And pour poetry inside them Trying to immortalize the seconds. We hear a thousand stories In the silence Between the moonbeams. We see a million colours In the darkness that resides In the spaces between two stars. We listen to … Continue reading We.
It is said that The skies were once A blur of oranges Mixed with lilacs Sprinkled with vermillions With a pinch of Periwinkle thrown in. Yellows occasionally danced Inviting the emeralds along. Amber streaks Sang across the skies, And auburns would Join in for the … Continue reading How the skies turned blue.