I am like water.
I give life to flowers
And nourish every land I touch.
But they always cherish those who I take care of.
Instead of me, who give colors to greys.
But it's always okay.
The limelight might dry me out.
I'm contented behind the shadows.
YOU ARE READING
Overdosed
PoetryA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
