"sproute" poems
bittersweet air
words spoken without care
for your mind is never bare
your thoughts you are able to share
though there is nothing to gain
your whispers bring me pain
a needle to a vein
my body shudders with strain
you were my shadow
though many years ago
you did come, you did go
and now you've finally gone
like my own blood, I have drawn
our future was laid out
but never got a chance to sproute
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC