▲ 9 r/OCPoetry
Your eyes watch me softly through a soapy film while a familiar smile waits
Barely, I hear your gentle silhouette— a mere echo of feathers leaping toward my coarse heart
A hushed and secret me kept that petty and beaten flame.
And, for that, folkish wisdom scolds me.
Demands I toss that venom as I did our paper city:
Gray towers folded into little boats to sail away
Even now, they float on.
And, so, I breathe out my frosted soul.
What choice have I
When you vanish with last night's dream.
u/BrandNewGuy2026 — 23 days ago