During the months when the tulips
bloom Into clusters of pastel petals
You held my hand
as your words floated by me
In the spring breeze
And pale perfume of hope
I wonder if forever
is an outdated concept
When all we need is now
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
