hot tears burning my cheeks is familiar,
and in that familiarity is a soothing river of comfort.
(i cry too much.)
the thing in my chest is heavy and stoic, scarred and beaten,
yet it turns fragile and delicate in your hands, quivering from your warm touch.
(it's always in your hands).
there are so many wilting petals on my sunflower,
i am reborn each new day with each sunrise and sunset,
i wake and i live and i sleep and i die.
the yellow hues that adorn the petals of my sunflower curl in glee,
my roots that cling to the ground in desperation and people-pleasing misery,
all of it to twirl and twist and turn to move wherever you go, my sunflower.
your loyalty is ever-present in your stems, your white roses guarded by that thick, thorny gate,
have you let me in?
will you let me in, my white rose?
you are worth every thunderstorm, every drought and ever war,
anything to see you grow, bloom and flourish.
(i'm scared you'll outgrow me, though).
flowers from grocery stores, floral shops, or off the side of the road in fields,
every time i see them i think of you,
your voice, your eyes, your touch, your warmth, you.
(especially sunflowers and roses).
- sunflowers and roses
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sunflowers and roses
Poesíai only believe in love because of you // series of poems dedicated to my love, he deserves all the good in the world and i hope this illustrates how beautiful he is (inside and out)
