"why are you crying?" i ask the world as her tears fall down on to my bedroom window.
"the people here have hurt me," she cries. "they've damaged my soul. the beautiful flowers and trees are now covered with trash and litter."
"oh, sweetie. even though the people here have hurt and damaged you, it doesn't mean there are people who don't care. there are people who center their life around bettering you and encouraging others to do so as well," i tell her.
she gives me a sad smiles and her tears stop falling, but the negative thoughts still cloud her mind.
"well, why might you be crying?" she asks me.
"this is where our similarities show," i say, the tears from my eyes starting to fall, "the people here have hurt me."
YOU ARE READING
growing seeds from wilted roses
Poetrydear reader, my friend, please be gentle for you are reading pieces of my heart written onto these pages for your eyes to read and for your heart to feel.
