Chelsea Glezen

Chelsea Glezen

@hexcraft

Genres

Bopdrops

And if we had stayed too long that night, We could have laid in grass so bright. And all our sacred parts, Would have dispatched and fallen apart.

Say you don't hate me for nothing Hate me for falling out of reach Hate me for something Never knew that you could be so lonely, lonely Running out of feelings so pretend you can be lonely, lonely Stuck in your mind

You with a book propped on your knees, A breeze seen in your coffee steam. I’m in the office thinking back to rules of poetry. It’s fourteen lines, the last two rhyme, what does pentameter mean? You in the living room, Legs bent at forty-five degrees. I write AB AB, try to find your rhyme scheme. I look for objects on the desk with which to sculpt your image best. What would I name this? Could I paint it ā€œWoman (reading)?ā€ ā€œGirl (at rest)?ā€