I am not her.
I will not forgive you so easily
My anger will be the acid while
her sadness will be the tears that put out the flames.
If you break her heart,
or hurt her
I will help her take her trash out,
and squash the cockroach crawling in her home
under the heel of my foot
- Best wishes, her best friend
YOU ARE READING
ashes and sunflowers
Poetrywords flow through the stream of my thoughts... the warmth of my happiness beats down on my garden, while the depression batters it like a winter storm. life is a wildfire...destruction and growth come hand in hand... through the ashes, my sunflower...
