Poems from nova celeste cruz
He stares up at the clouds,
Down at the pebble road.
The notebook is so empty,
Yet still so full.
Purple. Blue. White. Grey.
Colors, colors...
Why do you feel
The need to make
Everyone around you feel
Inferior to make yourself
Feel superior?
Why do you think
That you are so...
I’m not particularly hurt, or broken,
As i would’ve been a year or two ago.
What do I feel, then? Perhaps
Dissatisfaction or
Anger or...
Dear Love,
I've come to a wonderful realization the other day.
Despite what others may think,
Despite all that has happened between us,...
She has flowers in her
Golden wheat hair.
Her limbs are tree branches,
With leaves at her fingertips.
Her eyes are brilliant stars;
Her...