I longed for perfection
but my hands
could only offer
nothingness.
By the tip of my touch,
the buds of spring
withered--
I had become a weather
for oblivion.
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Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Poetry"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
Weather
I longed for perfection
but my hands
could only offer
nothingness.
By the tip of my touch,
the buds of spring
withered--
I had become a weather
for oblivion.
