This poem was about being afraid of death, but it also became about breaking up with your first love and ending relationships. I can explain the imagery if anyone is curious. I'm part of an artists' club on instagram, and I don't know whether to post this.
They that crawl beneath your bed scuttle, and scurry, and scare
Those that sleep above your head hover, still in the air
My pulse skips its sixth beat after you close our door
And fifty-nine heaven pearls scatter on our floors
Take a hundred years, we’ll be two specks in the dust
My cottage, your kingdom have fallen to rust
So do I want my rhythm back?
or do I want to lose track?
I can’t turn my head
I’d be happier wed
you keep your gaze below the sky
and bodies sway, january eyes
you keep your gaze on the setting sun
all locks unlock, one by one
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AQ: 36 (last I checked :p)