Don’t tell
me
Don’t tell me: Trees are harmless when,
You almost cried at your first paper cut.
Don’t tell me: You love the rain when,
You always shield yourself with an umbrella.
Don’t tell me: a bird’s song is beautiful when,
You scare it off for waking you up in the morning.
Don’t tell me: you adore making snowmen when,
You always crave for sun when the snow falls.
Don’t tell me: You enjoy the sun’s warmth when,
You search for a shadow to sit under in summer.
Don’t tell me: there’s beauty in everything when,
You don’t even look.
Don’t tell me: you love me,
When you and I both know it’s a lie.
And don’t tell me: that you appreciate everything when,
You can’t even be bothered,
To read to the end of this poem.
-byphee
