Poe-A-Tree

i’ve been dying to tell you anything you wanna hear,

‘cause that’s just who i am this week.

🎐 9.10.18

We converse without a word,

And comfort without touch.

I beg the skies for you,

Until my agony is darker than its blue.

I draw and draw continuously

Yet never knowing where to draw the line

My fatal flaw,

🌹 9.9.18

With the blue water embracing the sunset representing what was of you and me,

I sighed and took a staccato sip from my golden afternoon tea.

Rembering everything that there was before dawn sure is better than reality,

The moon nonchalantly saluted,

As it sunk down the mountain’s silhouette,

And the sun, waving over the green lands

Ever so brightly.

It was then that I realised,

The moon was not to sleep

After it’s goodbye,