the itching sounds of cicadas jammed through my ears
the refreshing scent of the air and grass, with hints of rain from before
a nice but distressing view, i deliver a longing glance at the loved one below me
i sit down beside her
and dont care if bugs get all over me
a stinging nose with a set of eyes
droplets fall down in demise
YOU ARE READING
insignificance
Poetrynothing but the words that continuously fill my cranium - love, BEE
