Sunny meadows is where you died,
the flowers bloomed faster when you were alive.
My eyes weren't heavy and overflowing.
The grass was soft and when I pulled it from the roots,
could've sworn I've seen your face around,
but I didn't.
YOU ARE READING
The Hardest Prison to Escape is your Mind
PoetryMy poems of healing quit short I must say although it took me about two years. I want you to see I'm better and that I don't need her.
