maybe if you had changed your perspective, turned left inside of right, danced in the center instead of holding all the coats and purses all night, maybe you would see that the day is just as illicit as the night ✨
maybe if you had
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i spy
i spy a forgotten dress, drapped over an off-white mannequin with only one hand. frills and bows, tulle and a stubbed noes, these dresses seem more like ghosts; hovering over the living and begroaning their forsaken fate. forgotten but found, i spy a kaleidoscope of butterflies woven into a moth eaten gown... 👗 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bho_WKTng_P/?taken-by=amateur__poet
almost like magic
the light caresses wonder and a tender emotion in your eyes. it’s almost like magic when the sun sifts through the wavering eddies of ether and smog to shine so brilliantly, it’s blinds✨
like paint
memories can disappear, drip off the canvas like paint. clumps of stolen kisses, a puddle of braided arms and tangled hair. i dread the memories captured with film. rolls of poised smiles and fake cheer. a garland of holding hands and exposed backs. slippery hands stained with siennna and black, push me to the edge [...]
city lights
it’s the city lights and crazy nights that distract me until i collapse. it’s the flashy signs and boys who capture pensive drearies with nothing less than a dime. it’s the way you make me feel cool and lost around three in the morning, windows down, wind tearing at my hair that reminds that i [...]