it appeared to me that your eyes were like the leaves.
when you first arrived here, they shone a brilliant green. but it wasn't long before they dulled to nearly brown. you were weary and restless. i didn't notice in my intense business, but they had faded to the gray of a winter branch - seeming, but not quite dead.
and then my work was finished. i took you to the sweet rains of spring and you soaked it all up, your eyes taking in all my light.
and then i let you know and it transformed you. i took you home. and here, where the trees are evergreen, your eyes are too.
YOU ARE READING
Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
