You thought he was beautiful?
Maybe so.
Yet he weeps when he looks in the mirror,
much like an old willow…
Grasping at the earth with
Cracked and tethered vines
With
Anger and sorrow
With
Insecurities drowning his roots
He wonders what the sky looks like,
While he’s forced to
watch himself grow down
He thinks “it must be beautiful”
Maybe so.
Aug 12, 2022
Aug 12, 2022 at 5:31 PM UTC
You thought he was beautiful?
Maybe so.
Yet he weeps when he looks in the mirror,
much like an old willow…
Grasping at the earth with
Cracked and tethered vines
With
Anger and sorrow
With
Insecurities drowning his roots
He wonders what the sky looks like,
While he’s forced to
watch himself grow down
He thinks “it must be beautiful”
Maybe so.
Written June 13, 2022 10:59pm
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