as i walk through my
surrealistic little garden
i feel that gentle touch
of the hay under my feet
that mirrors my life
in a beautiful way
i find the sunflower
blooming like an orchard
that lives like a queen
in a abandoned palace
that reflects the sun
but is mostly dark and creepy
having broken windows
and unsubstantial walls
surrounded with grungy trees
you're the sunflower
you're the sun
i feel like you're different
in my surrealistic garden
YOU ARE READING
Verses Of Life And Death
PoetryAnd now all I smell is coffee, cigarettes and you, All I think about is you, and I don't like talking about how I feel So I decided to write. Email: Shaxad.here@gmail.com
