i spy

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

love is an illusion

love is an illusion

love is an illusion and i’ve been lost in the desert for centuries. scorpions prick at my feet yet i tread on- desperate to find my oasis, my love, my one-and-only? but what if love is a lie and i have bound myself to a lonely existence? a life of waiting by the pier, waiting [...]