we are drive through towns
we only give
never take
many come
visitors, thieves, memories
but no one stays
we are a garden
they pick apart
we are the beauty and happiness
they take with them
and then we grow again for the next
hoping one day
someone will stop
to smell the flowers we tried so hard
to sprout
and not just speed away
like we're some drive through town
they can stop
and fill their hearts with
YOU ARE READING
When the Leaves Fall Off
PoetryI 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.
