the flowers stand alone in the glass vase,
you look at me with eyes of wonder and ask how long they will last.
i answer back explaining how everything dies,
and you went on asking what filling we had in our homemade pies.
the comment I made about death didn't mean to scare you,
but you didn't want to know so you pushed the memory back into the blue.
id love to live in a world we're I'm oblivious to hate,
but I learnt from a early age that it's everyone's lasting fate.
I can make a rhyme or two and press a few buttons when doing it,
the importance of you and me is just forgettable so don't worry about it.
YOU ARE READING
nostalgic gulp
Poetryfor the first days of springtime and the heartache left behind.
