yearning heart /
tearing me apart
All tagged poem
rapunzel, let down your hair,
so that i may descend thy golden stair.
rapunzel, there is something in the air,
i will be back soon, i swear.
“You are good! Just relax and write what comes to your mind!” say they. How am I supposed to write from my mind when it is currently calmer than the last hour of the day?
friday wind a ghost on my cheek/haunted by the moment the weather turned bleak/my phone lighting up my coat pocket/the moment to watch yours I promised