mostly poetry
always my subconscious
she walks with an intensity a sense of freedom that only the moon can match and I wonder who does she think she is? to be so open, so untethered
By Adri Stallworth2 years ago in Poets
My heart is a hopeless plea for mercy. My knees tremble at the sonnet of you. How did our souls pick each other? Or, perhaps, are we not the same? Desperately searching for each other after centuries of loss.
I love the version of myself that exists outside of you The holiness that threatens your very moment of solitude and rapture
I get lost in my mind’s eye I am walking on eggshells with myself I am entranced by your love your thirst to be alive
I probably won’t publish this who knows how to say goodbye to a dream or is it a dream if no one knows it’s a dream? is it a dream if you don’t know it’s a dream?