The VacillatorA Poem by Ella SimoneA description of my love style.The Vacillator
To me, you are the sun Regal and radiant Kissing my skin Granting me life Until you are not Until I don’t like the way your rays graze this side of my face Until my sleeves starts to feel too thick And my eyes feel stung by bees And I do not want to fully see you anymore I curse myself for not dressing appropriately for a day this hot
Now you are no longer that buttery fist of light But a fluorescent nuisance I hurry back inside I smell my sweat and wrinkle my nose At that acrid human stench And scrub it off furiously Wondering why I even went outside today
But in due time On an indigo morning I’ll see you peak over the horizon And marvel at how you’ll paint the sky Bubblegum and marmalade I’ll lay myself out on my balcony And wait excitedly for that warm glow Of another sun
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Added on August 24, 2022 Last Updated on August 24, 2022 AuthorElla SimoneRichmond, VAAboutHi there! I'm twenty-two years old and recently rekindled my love of poetry and fiction writing. I don't have any formal training and am looking to improve, so I would appreciate your feedback. more..Writing
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