Somedays when I'm dreamin
I would like to feel clean
So look at me
And say what you see
When I look myself in the mirror
I see nothing more
That a boy who doesn't know
How not to be slow
Love me, love it
Hate nothing
Be sweet as honey
Be your own king or queen
Go somewhere you know
Go quickly
And when you'll be there
It's just fair
Be yourself
Make your name know
I'm not myself
I don't want to be low
Be yourself
Be a beautiful flower
Whose petals no one can remove
Hate you less on less
YOU ARE READING
WHEN THE PETALS FELL
PoetryI write this poem when I'm happy. But also when I'm sad. And I love it. ___ Photography : Thomas Beaurepaire (check out his Instagram)
