Pépelŭ

Yellow ashes fall from the trees.

Budding flowers, but you wont look at me.

Pollen haze and swollen eyes from ragweed.

Disregarding me is like a bee sting.

 

Dandelions bloom in the April sun.

Pleasing you is easier said than done.

Plucking wildflowers one-by-one.

They’re all for you, but I receive none.

 

Overgrown lawn and grass stains on knees.

I’m forever yours, but will you stay with me?

This poem is about: 
Me

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