Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

someone else’s streets

you seek gold, but i’d be lucky
if you noticed how much i
treasure you, thinking that you
walk the same clouds of silver lining
that the divine rest their arms around
i’d hope in time, you’d realize
and come around – give me just a little
touch, making my blood
burn dizzily, bleeding a deep soft wine
heating my cheeks, leaving me weak
in the joints and bones
quit roaming around in someone else’s streets
and make my heart your home

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: luck

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