Agent Citrus

Bleeding orange in her seams
Picking peels up off the floor
She lays her seeds down by that stream 
Its raining harder than before
She's hoping they will wash away
To somewhere she could never stay
Maybe someday, maybe someday
She will go there one day
She dries her wet-drenched hair and muddy face
To see the abandoned seeds she layed astray
And reclaim them once again as her own
After years filled with wandering alone
To witness how glorous their limbs will be
To catch the sun dripping through their leaves
To marvel at the delicious fruit conceived
They will know right away of her identity
And say, "That is she who planted me."

Reviews

[Ligi.]

LOL, greatest review EVER!

[RAWR!]

i am going to be your groupie.
you wrote a poem about oranges.
you will never understand the importance of that.

quirky topic, kinda repeating rhymes, still not, it has a nice melodic reverb to it, kinda makes me think its a song. not like a new kind of song, but you know those campfire songs, yea, something like that.
im not sure.

but i mean oranges.
wow

[imnoromeo215]

this is a good poem it has that i wrote it just to see if i could vibe up untill the very last line it takes if from something that seems just slapped together to a really good poem great job