Pépelŭ
Yellow ashes fall from the trees.
Budding flowers, but you wont look at me.
Pollen haze and swollen eyes from ragweed.
Disregarding me is like a bee sting.
Dandelions bloom in the April sun.
Pleasing you is easier said than done.
Plucking wildflowers one-by-one.
They’re all for you, but I receive none.
Overgrown lawn and grass stains on knees.
I’m forever yours, but will you stay with me?
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dreamboatemmie
Emma. CLT, NC. 22 yo. I get my inspiration from my disorder, family, cities, heartbreaks,constellations, cigarettes, sidewalks, great cups of coffee, rejections, and of course my cat named Mochi.
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