Today the sky was blue
When we drank tea
And you went back home
What if we ran out of mugs
When you couldn't be around
Anymore
What if words were all we ate
And you weren't around
Anymore
Today the grass was green
When I wrote poetry
And you weren't home
YOU ARE READING
poetic
Poetryim not very good at poetry, but my goal is to write it until I am. and then after im good at it ill write more poetry because then I'll enjoy doing it
