Promote the growth of yellow flowers,
Because yellow flowers are her favorite.
Send those seeds flying into the world like poems from anonymous writers,
Because she lives for poetry,
And music,
And art.
Promote the growth of yellow flowers,
Because I love her smile.
Despite what she's been through,
She still smiles,
And it's my favorite smile.
"Promote the growth of yellow flowers."
She says, blowing seeds into the wind.
And I watch her, tempted to join her,
But I don't,
I don't because I'm too busy watching her.
I'm too busy wondering what I did to deserve someone like her.
Promote the growth of yellow flowers,
Because they aren't perfect,
And neither is she.
I won't pretend that she is,
Because she is flawed,
But that doesn't make me love her any less.
Promote the growth of yellow flowers,
So I can watch her tuck them in her hair,
So I can watch her play her strange music,
And so I can watch her jump and dance like an idiot around her room,
So I can attempt, but be too self conscious to really join,
Not because I think she'll judge me,
But because I don't know how to move that way anymore.
To move like no one is watching,
Even if they are.
Promote the growth of yellow flowers,
Because her strength amazes me,
Because despite everything,
She's still here.
And I just hope that I can make sure it stays that way.
