Goldenrose

"Please explain a tree,"

I ask, and before

The natural silence of pondering, 

The chirping of thought as woven melodies,

The rotation of gears churning into place,

Sometimes, 

they think the forests must have been constructed,

around the railroad. 

That the tracks were built up from Earth long ago,

i don't want to love someone

because i'm supposed to

you told me, one night in mid-july.

warm air and sun fading in the sky,

i want to fall in love with someone

The river's waters flow

And the tide comes and goes,

Small and big amounts of earth’s liquid gold,

Laughter and smiles and stories untold, 

"Some say the world will end in fire." Robert Frost's line echoes in my head, quickening my heartbeat and breaths, as if I should just give up and succumb to the soils surrounding us.

my eyes look greener when i cry,

but only in the mirror.

i think i'm pretty when i cry,

but only when i'm alone.

i never wear waterproof mascara,

because i like the way the regular kind