Sun's Coming Out
White as a marshmallow
Burning flaring fiire
Youve turned into a lier
Trees keeps falling
Water aint holy
You cant even Be sorry
This bench
Was made of wood
And no more air for good
I once had your leaves
And your wind would should
"This time the sun comes out"
(For boo:Probably the most honest and loving and hurt.Im her for you)
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
