''Twas the darkest night,
And I realized that I,
cared for your approval,
More than mine.
''Twas bright outside,
And how you looked
At my outfit and shamefully cried.
I valued your opinion more than mine.
''Twas pouring rain,
When I lost my mind,
I finally broke free and released my pain.
No longer did I value your opinion,
Not more than mine.
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*
