Submissions by supalou_

May
For years it was just a reflection in my eyes
Of the dancing constellations in the skies
At backyard bonfires...
My clothes soaked with the dense, naive smoke of summer.

May—
When I thought I was free,
But in May, I was the tulip and you were the bee.
You landed on my leaves like the sun and gave me the strength to grow into something beautiful...
But I never got a chance
Just like the bees, it wasn't long until you had to fly to the next flower in the garden.
Just like the bees, you took something away from me.
As you...