
This year,
Spring came in early February
Sun shining,
Trees blossoming before their time
Even though this probably means
Something is going wrong,
I feel at one with this mistake.
It feels good to know I am not the only one who gets ahead of myself.
I fell in love with a girl like Springtime once.
I admit it was far too soon.
I picked flowers from my garden
And brought them to her doorstep
But she never put them in water.
The buds died before they had a chance to bloom.
How ironic
That the rose colored glasses
Hid it all from me.
About the Creator
Maia Stone
23 | Queer | Poet | BLM | Cali
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