i stretched to pick the beautiful yellow flower that dangled from the overflow of green leaves, and i smiled.
i fixed her bright green stem behind my ear, hooked to my blue frames so she didn't fall.
my ear itched and my eye hurt, but she stayed fresh till i decided the water needed her more.
YOU ARE READING
wordlings
Poetryi like words. so i write them. now you have to read them. cover by -daisukii
