xiv. YOU ARE MY HEAVEN.
i am drowning in liquid gold,
rising with angel wings that only
wish to graze the gates of heaven.
why was it the moment that i heard
the silver you held on your tongue and
saw the embers of hell's fire in the back
of your eyes, i cut the growth of my wings
down to my spine and wished to one day grow horns?
YOU ARE READING
what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
