Zero-Sum (Acrostic)
Between the lines (of my lips) I portray the message
By Matt B.Published about a year ago • 1 min read
I don’t think this is going to work
Like always I’m your umbrella
Or I’m ignored.
Violet skies we paint
Except it’s just me
Yellow shapes and cream
On your dead gray pupils
Under impossible dreams.
About the Creator
Matt B.
Matias Bohorquez C.
He/Him
Life demands creation.
Comments (2)
impossible dreams- those words encapsulate the entirety of your poem.. like it..
Not at all a bad Invocation of Cool reality between Every distant love...