dark green coats the trees
it coats the forest floor
cold air floats with the breeze
as it begs for the ocean shore
the tall trees tower like mountains
their branches reach out to claim you
the breeze cradles the fog like a newborn baby
it whistles to you in soft sound
carrying every footstep as you walk on her ground
the grass bends around you
as if you were the sun itself
YOU ARE READING
confessions of a teenage girl
Poetryi'm invisible. my friends don't see me. my family doesn't see me. i am a ghost. a phantom of nonexistent matter. i don't exist. i never have and i never will. ~tales of the invisible girl collection of poems that i wrote ❤️ Best read in Baskerville...
