Plastic

I watch you fall in the mirrorAnd while the world expects me to helpI don't You pick up your phone againAnd while the world expects you to callYou don't We plant a tree into the groundAnd while the world expects it to bloomIt doesn't It's plasticAll of it Copyright © Robin LeeAnn

The moon

Once the blue moon risesYou can find me whispering to the starsAsking why I am left to the wolves They’ll speak of the highest mountainsI’ll ask about the dirt belowAnd they’ll point me toward the sea Once the red moon risesYou can find me yelling at the soilAsking if the wolves had to devour me … Continue reading The moon