A poem, you ask? I sit here and think, wondering whatwe are, when doors are shutTight and hard. Alright, I will come with you for the trippy fight;also, came with my freshly chewed skin,All the prose and adjectives are hereWe’ll keep them the way they have always been. Let me give you a guilt trip… Continue reading Things that matter.
Proud on shallow connections, You thrive to earn, All this fake affection, Can’t be a good turn. You ask me to fly, But I don’t want wings, My aim is already high, I don’t need your things. Your energy revolves around the greed, My strength floats within trees. Stop suggesting me to read, I don’t… Continue reading Poetry on my skin.
Those deep brown eyes Held my gaze, He spoke to me In million different ways. I have loved blue But brown felt more appealing, Galaxies within him Filled me with feelings. Those twinkling eyes Made me freeze, His scent was floating In the cold breeze. A brown world Took over my senses, With his eyes… Continue reading Brown world