This longing is killing me;
When will I ever see you again in this life or the next?
Like daisies, my love for you is seasonal.
Blue skies, tequila sunrise.
Now the world's a mess,
It's not for the best.
Bitter lies poison the atmopshere,
They spread death and fear.
Control in the form of a virus,
Pandemic sweeping the nations;
People aren't asking questions,
And are wondering why they can't breathe.
It isn't because of the riots.
Because of ignorance you're dying.
Ceremonies of mysteries,
Trying to rewrite histories.
What's it all for?
YOU ARE READING
Inflorescence
PoetryI don't wanna be a seed In half bloom, I don't wanna live like that; I wanna become a flower, In full bloom, beaming, don't wanna fall flat. A collection of vignettes, poems, short stories, standalones, ideas and idk what else. Updated whenever.
