night owl
a soft prison
is where you escape.
silk caressing
every inch of you—
this bed
is so sweet
you bind yourself to it.
you’d rather melt
every little hour
until the night turns blue
than watch
a morning bird
drowning on song.
April 7, 2022, 7:59 PM - 8, 2:03 AM
Please don't feel the need to be complimentary. Your honest thoughts would make me happiest 😁
Posted Apr 9, 2022, 2:04 AM UTC
I think this poem is quite lovely, even if it feels kind of gloomy at the same time? It's difficult to explain how it makes me feel, but I liked it a lot c: