Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 15
You are bamboo—
slow to grow, strong for life.
You are jasmine—
delicate, fragrant, real.
Both are needed.

And you?
You’re here.
Still blooming.
Still meant to be.

And me?
Just a human
catching his thoughts like fireflies—
watching them glow
on paper.
Asuka
Written by
Asuka  18/M
(18/M)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems