Her (complete collection)

Weeds

We made that girl cry together

Denying her the right to toggle our creations

To destroy our hard work

We played with the marbles, four different colors

As she sobbed beneath the hickory table

She deserved it after all

Gazing out the window, it was a pleasant day

We trekked outside to the grassy hill

She quietly taught me how to make flower crowns

Weaving a simple masterpiece

But they were weeds disguised

How did I not realize