PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

and no one shall ever understand me

i am too sincere

i am too peacful

and too loving

and too idealistic

for an artist, even.

i streched myself across two limbs

almost fell out of a tree

to create this

and now it is dying

its caretakers ignoring

and its peacekeepers fighting.

the flowers and the trees

i only picked my favourite ones

withering away

by all the people

who forgot my love

and their love.

this is not my image.

this is not my image.

this is not my image.

why cant it go away?