like the leaves
or branches
of the mighty oak
tree.
like the petals
of the rose, or the
lilac or lily.
like the gathering
tears on your
eyelash's ridge
like night, or rain
or the broken
boy on the bridge
we must all eventually fall.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 2:46 AM UTC
like the leaves
or branches
of the mighty oak
tree.
like the petals
of the rose, or the
lilac or lily.
like the gathering
tears on your
eyelash's ridge
like night, or rain
or the broken
boy on the bridge
we must all eventually fall.
