outside i see the petals of a blossom tree resting on the grass peacefully, the bright sky shining down onto what could've been me, and everything so much more clearly
the petals are supposed to be a soft pink, the sky— a light blue, and me— a combination of the two
sadly, the petals are stained with a dark blood red and a mean navy blue, covering the white parts which could only barely come through
lies upon lies were painted on what could've been pure, and they're absolutely everywhere
i feel so betrayed by you
YOU ARE READING
rhapsodic thoughts
Poetrywelcome to my thoughts. mostly just melancolic and sending a message i'm just a small girl who is trying to find her way in this rock of a planet which is a spec in the universe contains: poems & playlists relatively happier than before
