it goes like this:
in summer there are wings to carry you
autumn lets you plummet
winter you spend scraping by
spring allows time for mending
and it circles around every year
every moment arriving
you've met before
in a thousand different ways
with an ache and a smile
blue fingernails tap tapping
rapping the desk for an explanation
but this is the
way it goes.
you are answerless.
YOU ARE READING
little blue flowers
PoetryA collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As thou...
