5 minute poetry
Honestly. Who are we to even speak? To see? Cant even hold a mountain on our hands Without the roots of a willow tree Only dangerous, poisonous weeds Always saying tomorrow you will seek But a week Goes by and its the same old sky Same old stars, same old mars Abandoned cars All my dreams carried on the shoulders of terrified screams If i were a giant i could touch the leaves Of that willow tree and eat its seeds, grow its roots Put on a rainboot on my left foot and jump over the puddles Beauty is subtle but warm like a lovers cuddle






