mossy jade stares into my soul
aching the pieces of my mind
that beg me to see past your flaws
to see the good in you
to see your potential
everyone wants me to do better
but there's nothing better than the shoals of your mind
hidden by your mossy jade eyes.
YOU ARE READING
wilting
Poetryjust a couple poems I started working on, figured I might as well let you know I'm not dead and I do still exist
