sat on the roof
looked upon the lawn
grass not as green
as the weeds
flowers that had dropped
from the trees
no flaws at all
Explore:
a poet's playground
More from the playground:
when push comes to shove
you’re such a dick
put on your boxing gloves
go ahead
take a swing at me
if you’re that upset
what pissed you off
anyway
it doesn’t matter
you seem to be at a loss for words
you just
want to flail your arms
in hope