I wasn’t made for these times
I revel in meadows, in fragile flowers of wavering petals
I lay under starry, shattering skies
Vulnerable,
Gasping
Feeling the weight of the world on my heart
I wasn’t made for these times
I live for hidden pockets of untouched soil
And brushing my fingertips against the tips of untrimmed grasses
I was made for candlelight
And fresh figs from a sprawling bush
Pungent thyme still smelling of dirt
And not concrete
I was made for azure skies
Overgrown roses
Imperfect
With thorns
I just wasn’t made for these times
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
I wasn’t made for these times
I revel in meadows, in fragile flowers of wavering petals
I lay under starry, shattering skies
Vulnerable,
Gasping
Feeling the weight of the world on my heart
I wasn’t made for these times
I live for hidden pockets of untouched soil
And brushing my fingertips against the tips of untrimmed grasses
I was made for candlelight
And fresh figs from a sprawling bush
Pungent thyme still smelling of dirt
And not concrete
I was made for azure skies
Overgrown roses
Imperfect
With thorns
I just wasn’t made for these times
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