rolling mountains and flowing waterfalls it's gorgeous of course but just not enough the skies are blue and the sand is warm but like before, just not enough a blue and black butterfly slowly drifting through the sky or skies of course, there's more than one, but like before just not enough. what is enough you may ask? if you haven't asked then please act fast. enough, it hides deep inside where all deep secrets lie. but enough is not a secret so it wants to fly away, but enough doesn’t want to be trapped with those cooing voices. not enough, not enough, not enough. so it stays inside for it cannot stand rejection. poor enough is too afraid to open the doors to freedom enough doesn’t know that it will pay to say: 'that’s enough.' for it fears rejection.
poem written by me in 2015. c:
