Spring time.
It always feels like winter,
But...it's spring time.
You can tell when it,
Comes around.
Because you see her in the fields,
In the sky.
Machine in the storm.
Rusting and grey,
Oh darling,
You'll pay.
For ever leaving her out,
For ever leading her to her,
Demise.
YOU ARE READING
Lillies and Ghosts
PoetryPoems for the young, the restless, or the mad. These are my words to you, always and forever~
