It's No Longer Breathing
I know, I would define your name as my never-ending spell in my written fantasy,
or maybe a Roman town or walled city.
An aurora inspired from a timeless tragedy,
or maybe a topographic name for someone who lived by a conspicuous beech tree.
I wonder if you are a mythical thing and I'll ask you to collide your name with mine,
defining a young warrior living in your own town for a while.
We'll paint dreamscapes and sing lullabies over the butterflies,
will take you to an 80's disco film and dance until the midnight takes the spotlight.
#BlueEnvelopes
YOU ARE READING
Blue Envelopes
PoetryI will find you in the deepest hideout of your scars or in an empty secret field of my longing metaphors.
