a starry night

I inhale your scent,
Just wondering what you meant,
I gazed into the night,
What a beautiful sight,
The moon and stars,
Like bright dotted scars,
The wind whips me; whisking out to the sea,
Taking bits and pieces of thee,
I hum an old tune,
Walking into the dune, 
The sand; soft, yet brittle,
It digs into my skin little by little,
I walk to the water, dropping your jotter,
I start to tread,
Making my bed,
But, the I realize the truth,
'Twas a great deal of ruth.
 

sarcasimish

VT

YWP Alumni

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  • Thoughts on English

    Angles, angels
    I used to mix up angels and angles
    The spelling got me
    English was hard to learn especially Since i didn’t really want to learn it

    Once, twice, thrice
    I still don’t find it fair that thrice isn’t a thing
  • Graduation

    I’m walking tomorrow

    For my mother who never even got to high school
    Who frowns whenever I’ve put my schoolwork over cleaning my room 

    I’m walking tomorrow 
  • Siblingship

    The bond of siblings doesn’t quite make sense,
    Because I will go half hungry so they can eat the other part of my sandwich,

    The simmering heat of anger that a sibling can make you burn with can be quite questionable,