Poetry from the Soul

Rose-tinted Glasses

You handed me some glasses.

I put them on feeling confident.

You said, "Run with me through this field of peonies."

I followed you, those are my favorite after all.

I felt the vines rap around my feet,

but I didn't look down.

I kept following you because I trusted you,

passing every sign saying to turn back.

The vines made me trip.

The glasses fell off.

I saw what the field really looked like.

The flowers were so pretty,

But they are actually weeds.

I should have known,

But I was blinded by the glasses.

The rose-tinted glasses you gave me.