There one goes. One that never existed. That may never exist again.
another ---
Why aren't you paying attention?
They fly by.
They fall
at
Our
feet
Like shriveled leaves on a green, healthy lawn.
Sometimes they all together pry open our eyes.
I hate how many there are and how many will never be.
So when it comes, and you finally meet, make sure to open the door wide
-Or window, which ever the occasion calls for-
And with cordiality and care, greet, Opportunity.
That flighty bitch.
YOU ARE READING
Verses
PoetryBook One: ~Romanticism~ An anthology of poems I worked on for a poetry class. They are reflective of how one feels when the heart and mind become entangled. Book Two: ~About~ Another collection of poetry that illuminates and explores the definitio...
