I lay in my bed
Of tall scratchy grass
Yellow dandelion flowers are sunshine soaked
Speaking in gentle whispers
With the buttercups and beetlesI watch her climb the brown fence
Strings of blonde hair
and chipped pink nail polish
Her grin is stained with strawberries
Against the travelling cloudsShe holds her arms like an aeroplane
YOU ARE READING
Little Poems
PoetryA little book of poems straight from the darkest depths of my weird brain