a personal poem on body image and not feeling "feminine enough"
maybe when the smoke clears, you'll see me.
Eros, love and lust.
~The last 4 verses were taken from “Ghost song” written by Jim Morrison! (But I have changed the verse “Come with us” to “Come with me” since it fit better for this poem.)
In a moment of complete nothingness, we experience our deepest clarity . The dust settles , along with the loose pebbles and fallen leaves, while she gives you a single breath to catch .