Faucets, water flowing
Heart, beating in a rhythm
Like a star, glowing
A seed, growing
Denial is the better way
The better bus to board
Loosen the grip on that cord
When did you become open?
Her,if she is always on your mind?
Her, if you're deciding to go slow?
Her, if you're always smiling at her name?
Her, if she is the first person you open your phone for ?
Real, if you don't have doubts?
Real, if you don't see yourself overthink?
Real, if you aren't analysing enough?
Real, if the days are becoming a two-line intersect?
Does it ache ?
Does it burn?
An itch you can't scratch
A game that can't patch
Are you still burying things?
Were you as ready as you thought?
Peace treaty between heart and brain?
Kissing under the rain, a fantasy
Do you wonder if it only exists in my mind?
A dream that might mannequin
A deep dive that might suffocate
Illegible, Aris' letter of late.
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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