elise.writer

Deep in an earthy valley of roots and trees
Sat a small village of burrows and dens
Wildlife of all kind called the village home
From deer to fishercat to little house wrens

A happy family of white-tailed deer

It's a dreary day just before the official kickoff of summer
Flowers have already churned through their entire life cycle
Although some leaves and petals hold their core as the rain showers down

And even though you said you wanted it
You said so because you just wanted to want something but away your wants flit
For the sake of your own clarity and the sake of your own wit
You never said out loud that you did want it because

Some complain over their uncomfortable habit of crying even at "the littlest things"
They even shame themselves over their tears upon mere subjects that are spoken of

Hope took me most of the way
And the rest was up to reality

I guess I though that hope
Was a substitute for reality

But hope is actually
The confidence in reality's potential

Which I didn't have