suffocation and strong-chested wisdom

Softly lose and leather shoes
He was never akin to choose
Attraction– a foremost opportunity
And yet, an uninteresting calamity
Blue jeans and soft leather hues

In his saddest eye, there was not a wretch
But rather a change of heart, the proudest love fetched
And the brownest eye
Of which nothing remained high
Rage and confusion in a liquid formed sketch

Slowly becoming more agile
In the name of removing traces of ever being fragile
Different among the opposite
Cold imagination revolves into composite
Three o’clock dreams of dopamine as it ages a long while


©Dawson Lehmann



About dawsoleh

poet. writer. student. hipster. cowboy. friend.
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