Shade thrown carelessly
Like a petal off a tree
Full of large blossoms
Your eyes; a gentle
Fawn-like brown, like chocolate
Staring into mine
Hand on my shoulder
A condescending message
Oh, please touch me more
Smiles and stares alike
No one, not once, suspected
Our deep, heartfelt love
Of course, this is false
I don't know much, I don't ask
I do not know him
All alone, for months
When will this constant cycle end?
I sit, motionless
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
