Poetry

A poem from my poetry book, Twenty-Four.

I imagine her swaying now in a dress made of tides, the moonlight spilling over her shoulders.

A celestial being, made of stars - based on the main character of my first novel.

I hope I'm slowly healing you one dose, one drop at a time gently sewing together your heartstrings I think you're swiftly killing me...

Blue was always your colour until you made me wear it, blooming across my skin © P oetry by Jem Lou