the scream that
no one else hears,
concealed behind
beguiling soft eyes,
and yeses
is the color of rage
Photo by Yusuf Sabqi on Unsplash
the scream that
no one else hears,
concealed behind
beguiling soft eyes,
and yeses
is the color of rage
Photo by Yusuf Sabqi on Unsplash
half the days
i think of you
twice the other half,
i think of
how
i don’t want
to think of you,
swear you off instead
let us dance
in the secret garden
barefoot and free
scattering light like tiny fireflies
across the shadowy sky
and
breathing magic
into the silky air