More Poetry, I'm a Regular Poet?

Symphony


a pond at night


full of magic, reflected,


untouchable


but so close-


you stick a toe


in the middle of the moon,


it's cold,


you get used to it,


you stick a finger in


a couple stars,


it's cold


you get used to it,


pretty soon you're


three feet under and


unable to escape


all because


you wanted to touch


the moon

love always,

laura elizabeth.

A Final [for English] [but me, too]

The Spots of a Leopard

How many fireflies does it take

To fill a mason jar?

I don’t have any fireflies

I don’t have any jars

But how many, hypothetically?

How many stars could you count

In only one hour?

I don’t have the eyes

I don’t have the time

But how many, hypothetically?

How many pages would it take

To fill up a life?

I don’t have the books

I don’t have the days

But how many, hypothetically?

How many hours does it take

To love and let go?

I don’t have the chances

I don’t have the patience

But how many, hypothetically?

And How much love does it take

To fill up a heart?

Literally,

It stays the same size,

Theoretically,

It’ll never stop growing,

How does it fit?

Hypothetically,

How will

It

Fit?

*

In other words,

Nothing can always be easy,

and I still love you.

So that's hilarious.

love always, laura elizabeth.