it’s only the flower fallen off
that makes sense
not the tasks of work
that lead nowhere
it’s only the eyes resting
on each other calmly
that makes sense
not the rush of a boring day
that act like important
it’s only the expression
by creating myself with art
that makes sense
not the forced knowledge
i can’t use
that’s told it is needed
it’s only the memory
of mom
appearing as real as her love was
that makes sense
not the fake sorries and words
that are said
when they don’t know better
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 5:01 AM UTC
it’s only the flower fallen off
that makes sense
not the tasks of work
that lead nowhere
it’s only the eyes resting
on each other calmly
that makes sense
not the rush of a boring day
that act like important
it’s only the expression
by creating myself with art
that makes sense
not the forced knowledge
i can’t use
that’s told it is needed
it’s only the memory
of mom
appearing as real as her love was
that makes sense
not the fake sorries and words
that are said
when they don’t know better
