alone, I wilted like a daffodil in summer's heat.
for how could I live, how could I thrive
without you by my side?
without someone to fill my days
with flower petals and honey?
as I fell towards the earth,
I finally understood
how stars must feel
when they die.
for I too caved in,
one second at a time.
YOU ARE READING
wildflowers
Poetry"wander through fields of lavender and smile beneath the setting moon, for the winter is over." a collection of original poems inspired by springtime, the stars, and laughter.
