get with the times baby
we can no longer feel sorry
for ourselves all day
plunging ourselves into the black
until we forget how sunlight
tastes
when our only source of vitamin D
is from the 3 week old orange juice
spilled by our bed side
so get up with the sun baby
let the trees pour life into
your soul
learn to grow with the tulips
and fly with the dandelions
because
times are changing baby
green has become the new
black
YOU ARE READING
When the Leaves Fall Off
PoesiaI am not a poet, I'm just very angry. This is all the emotion I've kept inside for so long. This is me behind the masks. This is me when the leaves fall off.
