Honeysuckles are me running through the woods
Honeysuckles are my friends and me crawling through a fence to get to the deeper parts
Honeysuckles
are my childhood
Lavenders were my Oma's favorite flower (and mine)
Lavenders were the relaxing smell to sleep to
Lavenders
were my Oma
Lilacs are the flowers my Mutti favors
Lilacs are the flowers I request in the shop three days before Mother's Day
Lilacs
are my mother
But I don't have a favorite flower
I've yet to find a favorite smell
I don't know yet
what is me
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
Poetry"because you could've You made the choice to leave There is always a choice and you chose honour over me" (Honour)
