it's 3 am and i'm still thinking of you

A garden of potential

eyes are like shards, they say

cold and unforgiving

intimidating in their intensity.

But ice is only armour.

Below lies dormant, fragile seeds

Chrysanthemums of joy

Delphiniums of levity

Roses of passion

Irises of hope.

I dream of a gardener

with warm, earthy hands

that thaw the frost

and coax seeds into a vibrant garden.

Under his gentle care, I bloom.

A flower stretching towards the warmth.

But this is only a fantasy.

In time, I will thaw

I will find my own way to the sun.

- A garden of potential