PiecesA Poem by OhhhwillowA poem, about pieces of things that get all smushed up together
It was broken
Into pieces that fit together perfectly I didn't move them Or mend them to my own patchwork wounds. I didn't paint this post-modern mess With straight circles They dislodged between lines And silence, Amongst the void between letters; Reluctant And relieved. The pieces rolled off our tongues Whispering Screeching for sorrow in our spit. I unfolded our tea sealed pages through the dream that I had once, Of all the dreams I've dreamt My feathers would bring me
© 2015 OhhhwillowAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on February 15, 2015 Last Updated on February 15, 2015 AuthorOhhhwillowEdinburgh, Scotland, United KingdomAboutWrite it down and read it Instagram: ohhhwillow Twitter: @H0ly_FUCKer 'Let me sometimes dance With you, Or climb, Or stand perchance In ecstasy, Fixed and free In a rhym.. more..Writing
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