My lungs are one large, deflated balloon,
sitting somewhere in the lost chair.
I grew branchiae instead.
You perfectly fit to this porous body,
viscous in masculine, bogus, warm-heartedness.
My shoulders carry dark cloud,
exercising lifting of heavy thoughts.
I know I’m cute, but can’t offer you a smile.
Maybe an open umbrella?
You are amorphously
voiceless, unbroken:
chameleon of the day.
Maja S. Todorovic
Business in Rhyme 
Amazing.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love this!
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLike
Thank you for liking my poem. I Love this poem and look forward to reading more!
LikeLiked by 1 person
At times I feel like I’ve lost myself or is something else, a different species. I read, this expressed in this well-written poems. The key words (to me, at least) are Allotropic, amorphously and chameleon.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oops! well-written poem.
LikeLike