14:03 10/07/2019
nothing has changed
in the high roads
i still have
nowhere to go
i have to afford
the greater trips
unless i feel
like playing fit
and walking
several hours
to arrive somewhere
with metal flowers
titan arums
towering over me
something so simple
so hard to achieve
why do i always
have to have money
why can't i go
without being VIP
what has changed
in the bitch's city
i ask because
i can't see clearly
where are my friends
where is the art
where are the conversations
with no end but a start
please don't call me adult
i am merely a tween
i can't do everything
when i'm just eighteen
but i am fine
in comfort
looking at the dried flowers
on the cupboard
the memories
that remain so pure
the many cheap flowers
in corner stores
the strangest of concepts
written on familiar walls
the fossils of pictures
from before they'd fall
my every quote
my tiny stories
this place is my home
and it was waiting for me
14:11 10/07/2019
YOU ARE READING
petal poetry
Poetryyour flower face and rosy cheeks floral dress on petalled skin fast written poetry raw thoughts from my brain have a little piece of me and please enjoy your stay
