♤
plastic shards
a garden
called peace
filled with
pain
and bees
that sting
and flowers
that don't grow
a tree
will blossom
and they'll call it
you
your name
carved
in the bark
YOU ARE READING
To You | A Book of Poetry
PoésieTo all the people I've passed and will pass again. A story of my sophomore year at high school.
