driftA Poem by Nearly Blonded
it's saturday and i'm wearing my sunday's best
pearls of perspiration adorn my collarbone earth tones smeared against my yellow skin imagining your color against a bleak backdrop summoning sound in my silent movie i'm all dressed up with nowhere to go my calls are not returned seductive songs and apologetic anguish reside in my nightstand licked shut, tightly wrapped never to bare their weary faces to the sun so we take time to ourselves our bodies go on break until our souls do the same laying in porcelain with stained cheeks scrubbing away every missed opportunity the mistakes of the night before not the bearing of a body but of what lies within until the rawness of sorrow is all that remains
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StatsAuthorNearly BlondedPhiladelphia, PAAbout16 y/o Frank Ocean loving, book-bag shoving, racially ambiguous gal attempts to better herself and her writing, attempting to do so by getting feedback on her art: a concept. more..Writing
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