Discarded and forgotten about -
like an old winter coat that used to keep you warm
Ending up in a cardboard box labeled, "Lost and Found"
Cursed to be used by someone else
All because spring came -
and delighted you with wildflowers and soft rain
I tell myself they won't be there when you're cold to the touch -
and that you're just infatuated because you know nothing about true love
YOU ARE READING
Vital
PoetryFeatured on @WattpadPoetry's reading list Stygian Skies and @CoffeeCommunity's Cappuccino reading list. A poetry book that trembles with fear, explodes with rage, and loves with everything it has. It tries to make sense of the past and explores trau...
