Take A Look

Immaturity sprouts wings at your shoulders,
ripping skin but leaving no scars.
With these wings you are
enabled
to fly. To soar across the mountains and let your boydy's
particles
brush away with the wind's lightest touch.

Sobs are absent from your mind''s eye, only
mirth
has shown up,
bubbling and frothy underneath your eyelids.
Dripping
down your chin.

Loved since never
those who adore you have only
glimpsed
your violet irises through the looking glass,
watched you fade away under
caped sorrow.

Humility becomes incognito within hilarity,
stillborn
in the evening's air.

You choose not to stand, and dismiss the time of the essence. Instead you
spiral
through streaming petals,
letting each graze your fingertips,
your stature so fragile

intervines with the loose glass.
How is this unnoticable to open eyes?

Each day is lived out so average,
with liquid magic seemingly present, yet knowingly not.
Smiles so large they convince the beating drumlines,
and crack
permanence into your visage.

Loose poison is invisible within the thicket of acceptance.

Hook on a personality,
live it out as best you can.
But your
true
embodiment is silver and magnetic,
drawing emotions toward you.

Yet, this is hidden.
Away
from your misjudgement.
It hs no heart of it's own,
but eyes that search for the time when you
age
within yourself.





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Yeah. Idk, i just don't think it's good. Um, con/crit please.

oh i love it. it's great
Great job!!!

Ricegrains And Roses:

oh i love it. it's great
Great job!!!

Thanks