I am a weeping willow,
Afraid of what I don't know.
My fears follow me to sleep,
Leaving me alone to weep.
I am a weeping willow,
Away my feelings must go.
Waiting for the cruel world to find a cure,
Hoping for my strength to become much more.
I am a weeping willow,
Wondering how people could be so low.
Stuck inside a world so cold,
Where it's so hard to find a moment of gold.
I was a weeping willow,
No longer afraid of what I don't know.
My fears cease to follow me to sleep,
And from my paranoia, I hear not a peep.
I was a weeping willow.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Not Okay. I'm Sorry.
Poesiathis is just an outlet for some of my poetry and poetic thoughts. my mindsets and my perspective. i can tell you now that it won't all rhyme. don't expect perfection. enjoy, i guess. xx 💕
