my envy spread
like moss on the sidewalk
filling in the cracks
as green
as the trees
after heavy rain.
my anger
circled in my centre
like the freshest of apples
pressed into my heart,
and bright red crimson
of my flowing blood
shows the fury like
a burning fire on a summer day.
my sadness
like the sea
waves crashing
each sending another tear
cascading down like
an endless waterfall
as blue as the sky above
tainted with innocent white
that is capable of changing to
grey.
YOU ARE READING
Wanderers
Poetry" She was written poetry While He was just a draft Combined together They couldn't have made art For one didn't rhyme with the other And sadly Both weren't in sync together. " (This is the first official book I've posted on wattpad and intended to k...
