On the laden bookshelf
Of marigold
Lays an assortment of stories
Waiting to be told
And you, my book picker
Look to find the truth.
But you, my book picker,
Choose not to pull by the roots.
You choose fact over fiction
and fiction over my poetry.
You chose the red rose
over my canterbury.
Book picker, I sit here on your shelf,
And watch you as you pass me by.
You pick these thorny roses,
Over my blazing stars and eyes.
Over my prairie gentians and
The hydrangeas I’ve studied with smile.
You chose those who could not compare;
To this daisy summer style.
Because you, my book lover,
You thought I would not please.
You chose them.
Over the stars.
That once guided you
To me.
YOU ARE READING
Just Kinda Wanna Die ❤️
PoetryPoems. This blew up over the past couple weeks so, thankyou 🥺👉👈❤️ I um, just use Wattpad to vent so I wasn't really expecting this thankyou all for your comments it means a lot to me
