I want to smell your books
To live in all the worlds within
Yet time carries me in hooks
As I live underneath your skin
I don't belong here anymore
My eyes are out of ink
In million shadows they sore
In million realities they sink
I try to sip your words like wine
The rare taste drown me down
Then the pilot of time of mine
Tells me that i should leave town
I pull all my ribs i want to stay
My mind is an overgrown earth
That masters me him to obey
In leaving to another universe
An Overgrown Earth
Lyna Salman
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 05/23/2020
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Poem topics: earth, town, stay, skin, smell, mind, taste, universe, belong, time, live, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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