isn't it funny how small
seeds can be
and yet they grow
to be tall daisies?
that was something you said
wasn't it?
isn't it crazy how you
can be so stressed
but so carefree
whenever you laugh?
that was something you said
wasn't it?
isn't it terrifying how people
cut flowers when their pretty
but cut themselves when they
think they're not?
that was something you said
wasn't it?
isn't it sad how you promised me
you were okay
but now you're dead
and gone?
this is something you say
as i listen from under
where we would lay
and you would ask
silly questions.
like
why didn't you let me help you?
YOU ARE READING
noontime sonder
Poetry"poetry for those who need it, and poetry for those who yearn for it" /// trust me, i dont know either
