How am I... falling?
Why am I falling?
I thought I was on top
I thought I ran the world
That the sun, the sea, the sky
Were for my enjoyment
That the planets
Orbited me
I was wrong
There is so much more
To life
Than myself
The flowers, the trees, the meadows
Covered in bees and butterflies
Each with their own purpose
Importance
I may be important
But I'm a bee
In a garden of flowers
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Tea
PoetryPoetry written on the daily life of a teenage girl. Feb. 23, 2019 - #2 in #welding Feb. 25, 2019 - #1 in #welding April 8, 2019 - #207 in #afraid April 15, 2019 - #192 in #alone June 17, 2019 - #84 in #growingup June 17, 2019 - #94 in #goodbye June...
