Sunflower I
gleaming smiles
vibrant laughter
chasing and clashing
like high ocean waves
that rise into a crescendo
into an ethereal sun
that tugs gently at my solitude
urging it to bask under their glow
its pulsing warm light
beckons me to come over
Yet
i am not a sunflower,
i am not a sunflower.
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lost poetry
Poetry𝑷𝑶𝑬𝑻𝑹𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑳𝒀 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻. Lost Poetry || a small anthology of poems, prose, and other dark thoughts. Introduction Part I: Insecurities & Other Blackholes Part II: Letters to Unknown Lovers Pa...
