Are destined to dwell
In the wake of love
Till death do us part
would be best to save
all the bright wonders
of our words to heal
of hurt we endure
through blunders of time
until it is dead —
5. Like springs of our own musings
…We wake the dead
With our shadows, marauding midnight of its silences…
Improvising night from day.
4. Her lips are the pigment of
Poetry, tasting like the love
She promised to only me
In words foretold
By my dreams.
3. Come what may, devoted
day by day (…’til no end)
To the dance of our wandering stars
With steps choreographed
by the glow of our souls, as
upon her Milky Way, invoking
The Muses to harmonize to the nines
Love into our eyes, so we can hear
The lush hums of the spheres.
2. Her body hides in words
I’d love to browse fore I drowse
1. I want to walk your
Fingertips, & follow what remains
Of this road for me.
My mind is as elaborate as the solar system.
Mental Health Matters
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
‼️MOTIVATED FOR GREATNESS‼️
life through one female Asperger's lens
The Almighty, O Magnânimo
Attempting not to make too little or too much sense
Words can do a lot and a lot is what I plan to do.
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