Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
CaytoncoxPoems
It's spring now, and it wasn't anything but I think I love him. We split like a morning orange peeled until we were strangers. We are left with the flesh with what was, our names seeds again. Maybe one day will meet at the garden.
0
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 4:41 PM UTC
Melted Snow
It's spring now, and it wasn't anything but I think I love him. We split like a morning orange peeled until we were strangers. We are left with the flesh with what was, our names seeds again. Maybe one day will meet at the garden.
#love#friendship
Written by
Caytoncox
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 4:41 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem