A humble farmer
Of golden words and silver paragraphs
Told me that I am wonderful.
But how could a passerby like myself
Be seen as something considered colorful
When compared in the light,
I'm really not as bright
As he is
Stardust pumps through his veins
and everything wonderful inside him remains...
untouched and unscathed.
He is invincible and unfazed
By the qualms of the crumbling world around him
What I'm trying to say is we were lucky to have
found him.
YOU ARE READING
Engrossed in Emotion
PoetryPoems from the soul. These are poems, old and new, that I've written over time. Some are based off heartbreak caused by family, friends, lovers, and myself. Others are about self exploration and self loss. But most are about perception, how the read...
