Sincerely, Jennifer x

The sun was a false prophet,

but I forgave her for her deception.

She never meant to lie,

but the words were planted in her mouth, like bad seeds,

shoots, choked by weeds,

on a cold and frosty morning.

I wanted to believe,

and she wanted it to be true.

Together, we skipped down broken bricks made of the best intentions,

never knowing that a storm awaited us.