she holds
a wishing weed
gingerly.
her breathe
streams.
white flurries
are carried by wind.
wishing away
everyone else's
problems,
she stared
at the wishes
floating away.
she loved
the world around her
but didn't leave
any love for herself,
so she was stuck
with a hollow stem
hanging limply
in her palm.
leave love for yourself,
katie
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poesiamy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.
