there is
a quiet boy
with caramel skin,
and eyes like melted
chocolate
that invite you
to dive in.
a cataclysm
bubbles and burns
beneath the surface.
with a smile
and open hands
he takes on
plans and life's
burdens.
but behind the
perfect picture
is a glass house,
fissures slowly spreading.
it is my greatest honor
to pick up the sharp shards
of the building.
but i hope that
one day
he won't be afraid
of the storm
harbored within.
YOU ARE READING
The Secret Garden
General FictionA collection of short stories and poetry that I have written. Also known as my soul in the form of flowery words. I hope you enjoy the scenery.
