pastel colours
above her head
fingertips stained
with nicotine
baby pink sparkles
stuck to her eyelids
littering her porcelain cheeks
lips look like they were burnt
the pink sparkles littered his face too
the sting of her eyelids
met the rush of the morning
the sun barely visible
above the horizon
the pastel colours slowly fading
as the sun takes up their home
all the lightness
and good feelings
dwelling in her soul
from the night before
shifting
swirling
a horrible feeling
a harsh burning in her throat
the contents of her stomach were emptied
trembling
gaining consciousness
this is not the way i said i'd live my life when i was a little girl.
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speaking aesthetically
Poetrya collection of aesthetically pleasing poems written by me. enjoy, don't hesitate to leave feedback ♡ all poems written by me © lowercases intended. "although it may seem like aesthetically pleasing poetry to you, to me, it's my cry for help"
