21 Jan 2015
Laying on the concrete thinking about the world.
Everyone wants one thing or another.
They don't give a fuck who they hurt.
As long as they get what they want.
Blossoms blooming.
Walking the dog.
Eating ice cream at the park.
Blossoms gone, leave falling.
Big coats.
Drinking warm milo.
Bare branches.
Laying in bed.
Reading a good book.
Drooping branches.
The pool.
Buying new swimmers.
Things change every season every year.
Why do we expect people to be different?
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
