She runs away from this playground
The sun casting shadows on her
Like she is an escape artist.
She runs to him,
Quickly, never looking back
like this playground hurt her
Like she twisted her arms
on the monkey bars
And scraped her knees on the mulch
But he will do the same
To her heart and
She will let him,
She runs away from me
As I sigh,
And begin to build a dam
Behind my eyes
For the next time
This happens.
YOU ARE READING
Fake Flowers
PoetryBut if I grow Like a daisy And speak like a Garden, Then no matter How hard I try I'll never stray from the sun. [Even if it will hurt me. Even if it will kill me]
