Metanoia

lorn

i'm fine

green eyes ornamented with lacrimation

sparkling like fresh morning dew on newly

cut

grass. eyebrows

sharp

like scissors used to

snip

beautiful flowers like her.

perfect petals always get

plucked.

its just nature.

we cant help not helping.

you see a pink hydrangea,

same color as the blush she puts on

to look okay,

and cant help but

uproot

it. so captivating but held captive by her

melancholy.

poor flower,

born to grow but

crooked.