Personally...
between you and me,
she doesn't understand it
she really doesn't
world spins, hurt wins
fall brings wind
a wind changes the colors
leaves aren't green all year round
tears don't make the flower bloom
they are only for a season
temporary is what she thinks
like soapy suds in the shower
the shower is over
but yet there is still dirt on her
YOU ARE READING
Mumblings of someone who is trying to start their own life
PoetryA passive journey, if you will. A childhood room with limited space. It is still decorated with all of her things. Nothing changes. She returned to what it was. A shut door with little to no sunlight. Mostly no sunlight. She lives on the weekends wi...
