We may find ourselves,
Buried between the crocodiles children In Georgia.
We may find ourselves,
Stuck between the blue pilled hypocrites...
Where perplexing is all the more important,
Than the touch of values.
We may find ourselves,
Deep in a swimming pool
Where the water has left us.
We may find ourselves,
Carried in a basket like groceries...
Not wanting to leave because,
We fear the cold, concrete floors.
We may find ourselves,
Striking against the mulch.
Where the seeds are crying,
But we don't have the water to feed them.
We may find ourselves in these situations...
But to the hearts whom heard cupid's tongue.
To the hearts that have swelled from poison oak.
To the hearts that can't fit another bandage on its body.
We are better than the good who claim to be the best.
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
