COLOR OF OUTDOORS

kintsukuroi

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 04/02/2018

waiting for something
that resembles gold
when life is a whole lot of copper
maybe tomorrow will be different
when the sun breaks
they call it dreaming
but i’m most often awake
to watch the clouds slide by
and every second feels like i’m too late
feeling my days slip away
from the same point of view
less of me, more of you
always more of you
when i jump the gun and wave this town away
watching the sunset in my mirror
i hope i still own myself
that it was worth all the trials
that took the tiny pieces of me
and made me make my own armor
i hope i can say
whats left of me
is the gold i am missing

 

M.

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  1. TanyaG said, on 04/02/2018 at 10:53 PM

    Lovely poem

  2. Alysha said, on 04/02/2018 at 11:34 PM

    i really enjoyed this!

  3. Mandy Joy Poole said, on 08/02/2018 at 8:24 PM

    Thank you so much šŸ™‚

  4. Mandy Joy Poole said, on 08/02/2018 at 8:24 PM

    Thank you!! šŸ™‚


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