in eons the Earth found the means to create a wonderous world populated with lush forests, rippling oceans, and life bursting from every corner
and yet, the planet still spins in the same direction the moon still borrows her light from the sun
then tell me what's the use of wishing on shooting stars they've seen every unchanging moment they know each story ends the same way
the flowers i've planted have never bloomed, nor felt spring all these years i believed with enough water i could do something anything
perhaps i need to plant my flowers elsewhere or perhaps i should accept this broken universe
i want to thank the hello poetry community for being so supportive of my poetry over the past month or so. a lot of them have trended and the comments i've gotten are so nice! maybe i don't get as much feedback as other poets, but it's okay :)
my whole life i've tried to fix things but doing so has broken me