it sits in sorrow
waiting for tomorrow
just to be considered
it's skin is growing withered
the taste so sweet
of the delicate fruit's meat
but alas not eaten today
and tomorrow shall be thrown away
YOU ARE READING
I can't sleep poetry
PoëzieThis is a collection of poetry. Not all of it was written in the middle of the night but what was is horrible. I hope you enjoy the good poetry in here though!
