Soft greens, dark greens,
And neon greens,
Stirred with windy greed,
All I know really is my mindset is green,
A nasty envy green.
Staring up at shifty shades of green,
Should this be the calming sorts of green?
All I do is think of looking up under the oak trees with envy.
The soft greens, dark greens,
And Neon green,
Makes nothing but a hindsight envious jealous mindset of green.
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
