STORMS AND SUNSETS

storms and sunsets

by: estefaaano_writes 

3PM bottled tears.

Coughed angry, tearless sighs.

Crashed a cafe across the street,

Ordered the cheapest drink they have. 

Candles soothed the chaos inside me:

Storms and Sunsets.

Unable to justify the sanity of my vessel,

I thought to myself—

Sky was good for flying,

When we're not afraid of the way of our skies. 

My heart, a singing bird,  

An apple tree,

Carved with doves.

Nature seems at work.

Your face, 

A dream of Spring.