I am a vase
filled with plethora of roses
Hoping for your lips 
to be curved upwards 
towards Elysium which consists of
melodic birds chirping 
For you to exist inside your own world
Instructing you to turn a page at a time
Engulfing what you have just read
And to breathe, to BREATHE
In an environment 
without any toxicity

-This is me