You stand there, huge and tall,
with you hiding me, the small.
I feel like a tiny flower,
while being overwhelmed by your power.
Spring is there, snow starts to melt,
freeing us from the cold we felt.
I feel like a minor daffodil,
while you do what I never will.
Summer paints your leaves golden,
leaving me with the desire to be holden.
I feel like an insignificant daisy,
trying my best but being seen as lazy.
Autumn makes you even lovelier,
drying me out and make me uglier.
I feel like a useless tulip,
losing strenght like humans to julip.
Winter's next, your branches blank,
while I'm gone like trust after pranks.
I feel like a worthless rose,
not wanted by anyone since I froze.
We reached the end, tho I still live,
while no one believed I could survive.
I feel like a tiny flower,
next year I will show you my power.
YOU ARE READING
Jay's Midnight thoughts🎧🥀
Historia CortaIdk if I will even write here frequently, but I think sharing my thoughts might help the one or other person, who knows. I am not a professional writer, I just do that stuff to clear my head, so don't expect anything really good! <3
