her room
is made of
sunflowers
the pattern on the
curtain is made up
of a thousand faded
sunflowers
a trail of fake sunflowers
sits atop the whiteboard
and her wall is neatly
decorated with exactly
twenty one pictures
of sunflowers
i counted twice
just to be sure
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
