broken bear
Does it hurt, do you know?
When you limit your breath—
half-alive, half-dead–
I've lost count of deaths.
My trial, shadows as jury,
judmental yet more loving,
me, them, God-they listened,
in hell advice felt like step to heaven.
The afterlife sleeps shaken,
how low we fell that we sing about it,
bonded by the fatal fact–
we've gone too far to be fixed.
Just waiting for a last glance,
a sunrise or sunset,
a dawn or dusk,
they all praise my last midnight.
@weary ferry @boreal hill @bright gale @drowsy sparrow
@uncut night @unborn yacht
bright gale
Does it hurt, do you know?
When you limit your breath—
half-alive, half-dead–
I'...
you got so much better
keep writing<3
weary ferry
Oof, felt!
broken bear
Did you mean to say “Felt like -a- step to heaven.”
oh youre right tysm im gonna fix that
boreal hill
Mmmm~ the imagery continues to evolve and the syntax strengthens! Your style is continuing to grow!
Try to explore more of the punctuation and vocabulary! 