donderdag 11 augustus 2016

Hidden beauty



Wallflower

Shrinking in a corner
pressed into the wall
do they know I'm present
am I here at all?

Is there a written rule book
that tells you how to be
all the right thinks to talk about
that everyone has but me?
 
Slowly I am withering
a flower deprived of sun
longing to belong to
somewhere or someone.
 
 
by Lang Leav