you see, even
from a pumpkin
it is still
a flower,
though stark
no one wants to pick
It still possesses
a profound power
I kept those fishes
still, all in place
how could I bear to
forsake
they remind me of
you, and all those lost
memories. I shut my eyes again
can I never wake?
YOU ARE READING
crushing on him
Poetry'the feelings I get, I'd never regret' A journey of sweet and bitter memories with the persona as she expresses her feelings while she falls in love - in poems. [A poem for the book of poems] Hello fellow readers, I guess I was chosen My books shall...
