it is winter and i need it to be spring.
because i have so many plants in my room and they need sunshine and rainwater
and
because it's cold and sweaters remind me of you
and
because winter is beautiful but not to me
and
i'm
so
sorry
only
spring leads to summer
and
summer is when i am forced to reveal myself
and
be alone
and
i'm realizing that winter and summer are very alike to me
and you would say that that's stupid
and
i'm
so
sorry.
this is not a very pretty poem but
neither
am
i.
YOU ARE READING
the shepherd's sword
Random[the things we dare not say aloud] the walls have faces, you know. the angels do not.
