I have seen many things,
Bees, trees, and colorful wings.
I have seen you too,
In Africa, the water bright blue.
Eyes scanning the wide plains,
Longing to reach you,
My heart filled with pain.
When I have held inside me too long,
The emotions that keep me stoic and strong,
My torn soul spills from my chest,
Covering every mountain crest.
But you love the product of my pain,
And how I love you,
So I will deal with the pain to help you through.
It takes everything for me not to die,
I have but one question for you,
Who am I?
AN- so I got inspired by those poems out there that describe what an animal or a tree or something sees and then you have to guess what it is! I thought it was cool, so let me know what you think it is.
YOU ARE READING
Oleander-COMPLETED
PoetryALL RIGHTS RESERVED Her words were like oleander flowers, so delicate, like a gossamer spider string, but poisonous, like her scarred, despondent heart. *in other words, my crap poetry that is still really important to me*
