Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2016
she was a whirling merry-go-round
  shooting through outer space like an
  intergalactic firework

he was a grey pond where
  no life could be sustained

she floated when she walked like a
  snowflake in a gentle breeze

he called her tinkerbell

she turned all she touched to love
  setting fire to fear and
  sprouting hope through the
    salt-and-pepper piles of ash

he needed her like a
  flower needs a bee

she brought goldfish to his grey pond
  and lily pads
  and cat tails
  and shades of color
    warm and cold
  planting and painting a plentiful

he now had this
  entire ecosystem
  inside of him
    living and breathing

she stole his heart
  to replace it with a
  habitat for love and art
Sour Patched Kid
Written by
Sour Patched Kid
Please log in to view and add comments on poems