Maybe if I were a tree,
I wouldn't be so lonely.
If I lived in the company,
Of leaves and branches,
My top in the sky
My roots in the ground...
My shadow would still be alone.
This is something I wrote awhile ago and it's pretty bad, but whatever.
It's not like anyone reads these.
YOU ARE READING
Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poésie((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
