When rain bounces off the windshield
In patterns,
Drumming to the sky’s heartbeat
In soft thrums,
I begin to think and
I now believe the melody
Could be the currency
Of the sky;
Perhaps this, and
Perhaps rainbows are donations
To fall like coins into our hearts
As they rattle, empty,
Like tin cans.
YWP is the reason I
Keep refusing to take off the nail polish
Chipped and speckled like stars,
Smiling when I see the flecks of gold
Within the flecks of turquoise
If only I could hug
The stars;
Perhaps I could shatter them
And cup the shards
In my palms,
The cracks constellations
Aligning with my veins,
But that isn’t close enough
Once upon a time, there lived a young girl with a pocket full of hearts. Really, the hearts were stones and the pocket was the upturned bottom of her swim shirt, but she didn’t care. To her, th
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ooh i like this metaphor!!
Thanks!
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