[ these are poems that were somewhat rushed yet still deemed worthy. and yes, all of the headers are my pictures; please do not repost them. thank you. ]
[ p.s. clicking the pictures will link you to the actual ig post :3 ]
isn’t it better to never be able to touch you
rather than to never have you at all,
o butterfly of mine?
let us build skies of our own.
let our hearts sink as stones in water.
let the streets flicker their artificial stars.
white roses and white lies.
( give me your silhouettes, instead. )
reflect the city of sunsets
on your glassy eyes;
but save the rain for another day,
for when we say our goodbyes.
perhaps we find comfort
in the company of strangers;
perhaps we seek a path
with no expectations to meet.