05/30/18
Saturday is purple
It's shooting an arrow at a target and hitting the bullseye
It's getting to see the people you love the most
It's weeping over never seeing them again
It's having someone dear to you hold your hand as you cry
It's wrenches and drills and lots of wood made of love
It's the smell of essential oils
It's eating lunch in a circle of trust
It's not knowing when you'll feel happy again
It's a butterfly that turns into a flower
It's a pile of strangers' winter coats stained with tears
Saturday is the feeling of being cared for
Saturday is the feeling of letting your friends down
Saturday is purple
YOU ARE READING
Water Slides and Sunflowers
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I wrote. I'm still an inexperienced poet, but I'm practicing to get better.
