Writing the soul.
I wake in the half-light Time slows, merging colours I didn’t know existed The air is heavy today I catch a train to quiet solitude
By Emily Ocean7 years ago in Poets
you are a clockwork carousel; the words inside you spin starry waltzes horses rotate like the cruel cycles you trap yourself within.
My insomniac mind Replays Recordings in a blue haze The lips that kiss The lips that don’t Pink hairspray nightly mist