Expressionist

Poems are things you write when you feel things too big to say, and things too big to feel. Everything here is my own work, picked up from flashes and memories and small remarks that stayed with me. I hope you find something that stays with you

Trees dont cry citrus tears

do not cry
do not weep
I repeat this
to my willow tree

Your tears are golden
they cause bloom
but I can’t stand
the sight of you

crying quiet
trying to help
my darling
my willow tree

i’ve felt
love
and sadness
all under your arms

if you understand
I mean no harm

You’re as darling as my mom

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