Poems from AvThewriter
Rain
I hate it
The smell of mildew left behind
Little droplets pounding down
The puddles soaking my shoes
It's like a barrier
Holding me...
The way the paint smells
The vibrant colors of the thick liquid
The way the brush dances across the canvas
Each stroke more prominent...
I'm okay.
My two most used words.
I am not okay.
But I don't tell you that.
Because you shouldn't carry that weight on your shoulder.
But...
Everything is alright.
You are right here.
Right next to me.
Holding my hand.
Walking among the stars.
Each one glowing bright.
But not as...
As fragile as a butterfly
Life is
A single petal in a garden
One of many
They all wilt away
Like all flowers do
We all die
To be given the...