Earth's face trips in shock
When she names her smile crooked
As if that renders
it's beauty
nonexistent
Flowers look up
in glee
as her light shines down
upon
their fragile polish
Nourishing with joy
the most
pressed down upon.
But the most aware
Cannot shine
their own
luminescence
Once her warmth cools
As the tips
of her covered lips
droop in exhaustion
Weights of times past
bearing down
To snuff out her
face's
courageous angles
A dear one
Can only suffer
her painted over pain
Too long
Before asking for
the weights
to carry on
their shoulders
Instead of their stomach
Where her hurt
Resonates,
lives, and thrives
Until her spirits
Lift once more.
With her strength of extraordinary
measures
Her self is unshelled
Treasured as a
Delicacy
Once again
her love radiates
around
To all surrounding
With the
Upward tilt
Of her crooked smile
Dedicated to my best friend, who has and will always be a part of me that is incalculable.
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Forget-Me-Not
PoetrySoft grass asks me the question Forget me not? Feedback is greatly appreciated along with any time spent reading anything of mine. Great kindness is felt for anyone who gives me such a beautiful purpose as to relate to other people with my writing a...
