Frogs are sweet creatures,
said your pale, blushing face;
adorned with a shy smile
for the one you love.
A gloomy day and solitude
are where your froggy comes out
to glimmer under the white
and nestled in the warmth-sparking
speckles of your slimy hands.
Frogs are sweet creatures,
where are your friends?
The froggy is yours,
ironic as you're calm in such loneliness.
It's your company,
likeminded without saying a word.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
