poppies
bright like the twinkle in your eye shown only when you look at me
peachy pink
like the soft infinity of your lips
dainty petals
shrivel when paid little attention to
am i really your love?
you said you loved poppies,
but you abandoned them
fed them with love and affection
then left them to die,
alone, with no one to keep them alive
the once beautiful flower
is ugly and dead
all because of your lack of love
YOU ARE READING
Where My Mind Wanders
PoetryWriting is my way of disappearing for a couple of hours. Hopefully this does the same for all of you. Lots of love xx
