PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The concrete cracks

And I am 

Between

Not coming through

Not underneath

Well your tongue flashes green

And colours come clean

They are everything

And I am not unseen

Howl though to no rush in

Your thorns grow crowns

Spring names you its queen

Wind comes raving

And I am unable

To sit at that table

I even loved you then