Post #5501

/the sky that fell/. to the sky that fell on the palm of my poems: when I asked for your number, what I really meant was; //I saw you in reverie once//. you took a human form to live on the line of my imaginations, when I woke up, I still couldn't fasten up the urge to introduce myself. so I vanished, to a place where I still couldn't gather the courage behind the scourge to say before galaxies, "you're beautiful." so I say, "you remind me of the wand flowers my Momma showed me yesterday," to which you said, "_______________." whatever happens next, is a sign before the sky called celestial, a signal for me to reignite the stars and confect your scars, to our beautiful, and I want to swallow every sad and bitter thing that has happened to you before me, and conquer the sound of your every instrument, before you play my ribs like the strings of your favorite guitar. everyday I want to hold you like you're the only thing my palms have ever touched. I'm sorry Miss, me? I just can't let you go anymore, and to anybody that asks me if you're my girlfriend, "No, she's my language. I speak her. And, me? I'm her favorite page." #poetry#amtupu_#review