Friday, January 26, 2018

Emerald With Envy

The grass was certainly greener,
and less forgiving,
and more inviting,
and more intimidating,
and reminding me of my age,
and calling me back,
and making no mention of diminishing returns,

maybe because it was on the other side,
maybe because I wasn’t scared,
but maybe,
maybe because it belonged to someone else

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