Anyways... I thought you might want to read something from a book I wrote with one of my friends. I've been thinking about this friend a lot. She's been having a hard time with some stuff and I'm not exactly sure what's going on. But I want to be there for her in any way I can, ya know? She's one of my best friends and I don't want to ruin that with anything stupid that I usually do.
You know what? I think I'll write you guys a poem instead.
The Crop
This crop
It is in the dirt
Buried
In darkness
It is unloved
Not cared for
Taken away
Stolen
This crop is unable to be changed
It is now loved
Cared for
By you
By me
By all
When it is uprooted
It is loved even more
It is cut
And shredded
It is hurt
But loved
What is it to do
This round crop
That has been enclosed
Unloved
Not cared for
But is now being tended to
These crops
They can no longer be covered
Or unloved
Because they are loved
By people
And so many others
Because they are no longer covered
Potatoes
So drama. Such darkness. POTATOES.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, we were cute with our love interests! ;)