poetry, prose, Uncategorized

If I Were Anything…

If I were a place
I wouldn’t be a park
‘Cause like the birds
Noticing nothing but the scattered seeds,
You have forgotten my flowers
My freshness, my scenery
You before had noticed

If I were ever anything…

I wouldn’t definitely be the flower
Who for only a short time has been companions with a bee
As soon as it gets what it wants
It dances off and hops to my fellow flowers
Then I suffocate on self-pity
And question my worth and beauty
…Or the seashore
Because you love me to your high
Savour my salinity
But leaves when the sunset comes
And often, I’m left
Uncertain of your return

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