I'd leave flowers in heavy books if I knew I could see them again, I'd kiss the pines and pick at the bark , smelling it to hold in my heart, all to come back to again.I'd be honest with the bees and echo their buzz if It could lull me to sleep so far ahead , I'd graze me fingertips to mossy grounds to compare to harsh calisous in years time . But today I'll take out my bookmarks, and throw away my can tabs I've been saving up , I'll fold my laundry in the easiest shape for a box, finally tying my empty shoes in hopes that they will be worn another time, in some other world. A final scene without a time jump, just blown away in a small sparrow song in the background of a candid little film , I'm sorry trees , but you know you will still shed your leaves again when winter comes , nothing can stop that it seems.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Poems of mine
PoesiaJust poems I write to try and feel a little better, don't know where else to put them so I guess you can read them if you'd like , ps I don't know if those count as poems so 🧍🏼♀️
