Perfect blossoms surround
My world if I come out
To some it’s quite profound-
They’re not me.
April is tissues, raw noses, and bad weather
With so many allergy meds
That don't help make me better
Don’t get me wrong,
The sun is perfect-
When it’s out
But having it, I don’t expect
Thanks to “delightful” April showers.
Call me wrong
Call me whiny
Tell me that I’m just not strong
I’ll nod and smile and just ignore. Because you have never woken up FORCED to breathe from one nostril.
YOU ARE READING
Mindsong
PoetryPoetry where nothing is as it seems. Unknown messages peek between each line. Can you comprehend them? #sharetheloveofpoetry
