Intricate heart

A Poem by Rose

I am the 9:59s mother on the moon
Feathers blooming
Sykes only one womb
:30 interacted with screaming
I can fill the heaters
From a stone
Asylum the last stars
With the scream Of I Will Walk alone

Soul echoing through spirit
I have been crafted
I have been loved and left
Telling me I am too high
Heart on the line
Hands screeching are you going to leave me in the first light

Crying in the rain
only creates red eyes
Overlooking the world
Seeing them in the moon at dark