I've had too much to drink today The haze of smoke blurs the edges of my deepest musingand leads my mind to wonderLike a restless traveler
These songs I ruminate on arethe blood curling around my ribsechoing stories I don’t want to hearof a beautiful ingenue I once knewOne I feel, I am losing
In the dead of morning I sleep in silenceBut I can still feel the hum of the starsrepositioning themselves in my sky
How was I an ingenue at seventeenEyes wide open to endless possibilitiesand then-hollowed out.Just smoke and shadows at 23?
Will they still want me??When the afterglow fades from my skinwhen the bruises of timebegin to show their colors in scars
Will I still want me when i’m ancient and listless???my youth slipping through my fingerslike blood once didfrom my veins so many moons ago
fingers that once held the future of the worldcoming to rest one last time.
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