For once the daisy had not been seen as strong or beautiful,

It was seen as tiny and insecure.

The Sun rotates,
kissing the Earths surface.
Countries mould against its blistering lips.
A burning blaze,
Heatwaves,
Scorches,
Fires,
Love,
Lust.

The Sun was what gave life, it’s sweet love, others only saw as toxic.

The humid heat made people go crazy,
Others falling into a love daze.

My love,
Your heart.

The Suns flares,
The moon’s phase.

Your oceanic eyes that carry the storm.
My temper that will end us.

The flowers you gave me, dry.

Fundamentally,
these were all of the things that would make me cry.

Holding onto my last hope,
I watch as the flowers finally die.

The moon phase rises over the naked city,
the inessential buildings soon just become nothing.

She walks the street with a beat in her step.
Hands cut from the rose thorns,
petals falling,
flowers dying.

She felt happy.
But misery laid nothing more less to the flowers.

Amongst the footsteps the cries could be heard.
The naked city wanted nothing more than to cover itself.
To hide behind plain sight.
It no longer wanted to be the city that filled everyone’s dreams,
the city that never slept.
It just lured for some time to shut it’s eyes,
to be nothing to this world.

To sleep.

The naked city was raw,
beautiful at most.
It had a unique glow,
kind of like the Moon.

It would just turn on and light up everyone’s night.
Make them want to write about it,
dine out.
Have the light gaze down on them.

It was somewhat.. magical.

Fall in to where it can begin.
Moon phase,
Orchid days.

Sweet bliss,
Wanting nothing more than to try your American kiss.

Heatwave.
Scorching skies,
White clouds in my love disguise.

I lay wanting to heal my pain.

Moon phase.
You cry,
Tears drowning flowers that lay nearby.
You stay,
Most don’t know why.

You live a lilac lie.

You take my Moon phase,
And I want to know why.

My tides,
My waves,
Reach my shoreline.

My sand was empty,
Completely still.

Now,
The grains of sand stand by me,
Pulling me at the knees.

Moon phase,
This night.
Emptying myself solemnly to the dark starlit night.

The raindrops race,
All falling in a synchronised pace.
They fall hard like tears,
It will seem as though this race will last for years.
The immediacy in their run,
Could almost be as fast as a gun.
With a bang to the window glass,
Half of these raindrops couldn’t be arsed.
Together,
The raindrops race.
Synchronised they fall from f*ing space.

Slowly I'll become that flower you loved,
A sunflower, a rose, a tulip bud.

I'll twist, I'll turn, I'll wilt, I'll forever be this guilt.

Slowly I'll be there, and slowly will I twist and fall in,
Throwing myself into the ocean where I can begin.

So shallow, so empty,
Is this all that there is left?

Slowly, slowly I'll be that flower.

Slowly I'll be the one in power.

Slowly I'll find a place where I can open my petals with grace,
Slowly I'll live once again.

Cautiously you will find me on the clifftop,
This time I'll be smiling.

This time I'll no longer wilt,
I'll be tall and strong emptying myself of that guilt.

This time the sun will bless me with all of it's hymn,
and turn your gun.