Rosalind, with the bedroom of her heart (blackout poetry)

Rosalind, with the bedroom of her heart.

Rosalind, laughing alone among beauty. 

The mirror was laughing at her,

Behind her, looking straight through her. 

Rosalind left and discovered writing.

Dreaming was a good unknown. 

Her eyes shine at her bedroom—

It was meant for an author. 

izz_midnight

NH

16 years old

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  • observation iii

    We run back to your house,

    The lights are still on,

    And they cover your freckled face,

    Like it's the sun.

     

    The grass brushes our feet,

    And the wind catches in your hair,

  • observation ii

    We sit out on the sand,

    The fog covers the sky,

    And blankets the world,

    Like a shield. 

     

    The waves nip at our feet,

    The water's cold

    But I'm warm because you hold my hand,

  • observation i

    We stand on the dock,

    The sun has set,

    But I can see your happiness 

    Even in the dead of night.

     

    The streetlight's on,

    The metal is all rusted

    And covered in salt,