Meet Quite

poem by: Ikaros
Written on Nov 30, 2019 

o fuck that fake moody mockup?
the one with teary laugh!
too quick feet!

etymology; from rival to flying to fall
matchstick underwater
brims over leftover feelings

burn the stage &
hope it's not overdramatic
what to run from? barks every tree
8pm morning coffee for a lost boy

catch me

 

Tags: Beat, Metaphor, Confused, Fear, Weird,

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