We often miss a
phenomenon when it's
right in front of our eyes,
before we realize it is there,
too little
too late.
The best parts are when
your heart is broken, but
fixed with a smile,
in the end.
The best parts are when
fairy tales are real, and
you ride away with your prince
into your entwined hearts,
in the end.
The best parts are when
somebody stand with you
as a shoulder to lay on,
in the end.
The best parts are when
your tiny umbrella shield
you big body from the acid rain,
in the end.
The worst parts are when
you look whole, but as soon
as they turn away, you
b l a c k e n,
and float away as ashes,
in the end.
But the scariest parts are when
everything
f
a
l
l
s
apart,
and you don't know how to
fix it,
in the end.
YOU ARE READING
tree.
Poetry"a feast of words about a girl's opinions about life, her love for trees, and a certain boy."
