the thing is, this world;
it varies, every day and every moment it could.
the sun rises, the sun sets
a crescent for you to love, a full one for you to adore
born a gemini today, another might be born a leo tomorrow
cherry blossoms, pansies
changes aren't always bad
some people grow for the better
some creatures evolve for the better
some objects change for the better
changes will always carry a purpose
like how the sun sets so the creatures could rest
like how apples turn red to notify whether it is ripe
like how i changed, for you
and loved you like i've never loved anyone before
the thing is, this world;
it varies, every day and every moment it could.
just like how we used to be together
and for God knows how many times it has been done, i am alone again.
-Jenaziela-
YOU ARE READING
kilída: a story of the broken and how they heal
Poetrya book of poetry, a song from the heart; a group of the unspeakable. bear with me, just a little.
