Superheroes don't cry
They're not famous
They do not fly

Instead superheroes weep

They walk like you and I
But have a heart that bounds and leaps

Superheroes are the everyday stranger
The dust that stays loyal to abandon houses
The drops of water in a desert

January blues are bittersweet,
Red berries stand resistant to the mourning frost.
death lingers amongst the trees, reigning over a white paradise.
A delicate green **** blows like a flag in the snow, refusing to surrender.

A paradise lays amongst the remains for those willing to see.
cradled in the arms of a great oak, under a blanket of a thousand stars.

What if the princess was in love with the beast all along?

Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?

Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.