'been writing a bit.
Quite long since I've written.
`untitledTell me where the rainbow is,
the quiet sky without its stars.
An empty swing beneath the tree,
its faded colours, forgetting to swing.
A falling star!
Shush, shut your mouth,
and make a wish.
A glass bottles with paper hearts,
sweet nothings on paper bits.
Folded into paper planes,
but they forgot how to fly.
A golden coin!
Shush, flip it,
and decide whether to love.
Little notebooks smudged in ink,
reminiscing penned secrets.
Old polaroids beside the fan,
shredded, because someone threw them in.
A little girl!
Shush, sit in your ring of flowers,
and stay happy.
And so, the butterflies departed,
because they promised to.
And so, the leaves started to yellow,
because they promised too.
A little boy!
Shush, lie on your bed of roses,
and fall asleep.
Forget your love.`untitled
I'd love to lie on my bed of roses too.