In the Grass
Walking in the grass, green and soft beneath my bare feet. With a warm sunny day, and a cool breeze filling the air. A sting I did feel, it came out of no where. What was it, was I to care. A snake in the green grass was there hiding, just waiting for me to show up. This reminds me of you, you hid until I showed up. Your bite was like this snake, fast and so unaware. Yet very poisonous and painful, guess you never really cared.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2023
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