my roots are anchored deep down in my being,
responsible for who I am.
you met me in spring; my flowers blinded your eyes. Lustful.
but my roots, you did not care for, they did not interest you.
so when autumn came around you were lost,
confused you did not know what to do
YOU ARE READING
Which one is about you?
PoetryA collection of poems I have put together; topics are mostly about love, heartbreak and the reality of our generation.
