Ship/Member: seokgyu Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: grief, expressed through ~poem~ Permission to remix: yeah!!
hi i realllyyy wanted to write this but there were no words in my head. so i decided to write a poem! which is probably not what you were expecting, but!! mingyu is grieving seokmin here!
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I carry you in a pearly thing, a shiny bead hanging from my neck a tiny thing, really
which glimmers in the light of the sun.
And In spring, summer, and winter green, when life wears me down, you are a soft sheen.
Compliments aimed at the hollow of my throat which, I’m sure, make you preen.
And during the falling flowers, autumn red and blue, I find myself asking you to leave me a clue.
As the pearl at my neck bounds up and down with every step, an overexcited teen, footfalls heavy and weary as it thrashes against my neck
Fighting, desperately to escape the bounds of its realm beneath my skin is a fluttering thing of fear and of panic
ah—
Every night, I am covered in your grime, and the glory of your shine,
not physical in the least, but it helps at least to pretend, to look at my palms, which have an imprint of you lest I forget you were here in my house twirling through the dark in my kitchen by my side, jumping up and down bounding through my heart, smile a gorgeous arc on your face like the winter, spring, and summer sun.
[FILL] spring, summer, winter blue
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: grief, expressed through ~poem~
Permission to remix: yeah!!
hi i realllyyy wanted to write this but there were no words in my head. so i decided to write a poem! which is probably not what you were expecting, but!!
mingyu is grieving seokmin here!
***
I carry you in a pearly thing,
a shiny bead hanging from my neck
a tiny thing, really
which glimmers in the light of the sun.
And
In spring, summer, and winter green,
when life wears me down,
you are a soft sheen.
Compliments aimed at the hollow of my throat
which, I’m sure, make you preen.
And during the
falling flowers, autumn red and blue,
I find myself asking you
to leave me a clue.
As the pearl at my neck bounds up and down
with every step, an overexcited teen,
footfalls heavy and weary as it thrashes against my neck
Fighting, desperately to escape the bounds of its realm
beneath my skin is a fluttering thing
of fear and of panic
ah—
Every night, I am covered in your grime,
and the glory of your shine,
not physical in the least, but it helps
at least to pretend,
to look at my palms, which have an imprint of you
lest I forget you were here
in my house twirling through the dark
in my kitchen by my side, jumping up and down
bounding through my heart,
smile a gorgeous arc on your face like the
winter, spring, and summer sun.