I loved the clouds
til I was told
they would freeze me.
I loved the sun
til I was told
it would scorch me.
I loved the sea
til I was told
it would drown me.
I loved the rocks
til I was told
they would crush me.
I loved the wind
til I was told
it would choke me.
I loved people
til I was told
they would hurt me.
I truly loved life
til I was told
it would kill me.
But why did you tell me?
YOU ARE READING
Feathers: A Book of Poetry
PuisiA pencil is the spotlight of a soul. It tells them its okay to overflow. It tells them ideas are art, and that the best ones are masterpieces. Feathers is a collection of poetry by me to convey the beauty and undeniable strife of the world, and emot...
