A man enters a flower shop
and decides on some flowers
the florist wraps them up
as the man puts his hand into his pocket
to find the money,
the money to pay for the flowers
but at the same time
suddenly
he places a hand over his heart
and falls

As he falls
the money rolls around on the floor
and the flowers fall
with the man
with the money
and the florist stands there
as the money rolls
as the flowers ruin
as the man dies
it's obviously all very sad
and she really should do something
this florist
but she doesn't know how to go about it
she doesn't know
where to start

There are so many things to do
for this dying man
these ruining flowers
and this money
this rolling money
that won't stop.

Trudging through the fog
I carry it across the years
For every slander and slight
I shed no weary tears

My bones creak and buckle
My skin flays and flakes
I’d cross the plains of hell for you
It won’t be my spirit that breaks

This weight is mine to carry
Flickering days repeated
Under all the layers of wear
You will find me undefeated

It's all just numbers, isn't it?
Day by day,
Year by year,
Always counting.

Day by day look at the number on the scales.
Let the caloric calculator count until your head is filled with numbers.

Minute by minute count the seconds it takes for him to text you back.
Let the doubt and fear multiply until your head is full of him.

Term by term let a percentage on a piece of paper define your worth.

Don't we have better things to do than count?

You have me
You have- my endless love
just from me.

No need to be/feel despaired
Know that it is I who cares.

Always remember-you have me
Set your heart free
I am and will –always be.

Just keep remembering-
You have me.

-No longer a lonely soul
No more.

-LONELY SOUL

© By HF-Whisper
4/2/2022-4:31PM

Not all the encounters end up to be glad,
Not all arrogant ones are bad,
Not all fangirls should be considered as mad,
Eventually, not all poets are always sad.