Badabeem badaboom.
How the flowers bloom.
Every aspect is given a thought.
Every petal is being sought.
Amazing how the world works,
By the pattern of the given quirks.
It seems to flow at every turn,
By the stem that has so much to yearn.
By early morning each petal has glittering dew.
Will bring sparkles to you unending view.
As the early sun rises to the blue sky,
It softly touches the soft flower by.
I would love you to express yourself,
And not be bounded by yourself.
For every thought kept will implode,
Until all kept thought will explode.
Cry if you must.
Laugh if you will.
Your feelings will last.
It will be a thrill.
I want you to weep.
I want you to be glee.
I want you to fell every color of every spectrum.
I want you to be you.
An old poem I gave to a friend who was having a hard time expressing herself