Entry 002

🅸 am perplexed by the fabric of our minds,

How they pull and stretch in time.

What makes our seams tear,

And what makes the repairs.

What kind of fabric does one appear?

Is what inside the same allure?

Rich silks against fingertips,

Warm wool which resists,

A embroidered flower that sits?

What makes up the outfit of the soul?

Is it like a book cover which hides you all?

Or is your personality enough shown?

Through outfits you pick and hold. 

- 𝒜 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂 𝐼 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒

~It was kind of a random sentence that popped up into my mind, which I worked off of for this poem. I hope to post more of my poetry on my blog.~