Maybe if I had your address,
Or knew what you liked,
I'd send you little things
To let you know it will be alright.
Maybe if we were closer,
Maybe if we had talked more,
I'll drive on over,
And knock on your door.
Maybe if I could,
Maybe if I had,
I'd find any way
To ensure you weren't so sad.
Maybe if I knew what happened,
Maybe if I knew why,
I'd search around until
I found a reason for your rhyme.
Maybe someone does this for you already-
I sure hope that's true.
I sure hope your chin stays up,
Long enough to make it through.
And maybe you're treading a path alone,
With only your demons in tow;
They'll disappear someday,
And in your heart, flowers will grow-
Up through your spine,
Finding a path to your mind
The flowers can spread their beauty
In all the cracks they find.
I hope flowers burst out of your soul,
And someday shine through your eyes,
Because sadness comes and goes my dear,
So please don't let your cries
Be what waters your flowers.
Rather, instead,
Water them with faith in overcoming,
With all of the words I have said.
Water them with your quirks,
Your ambitions, your smile-
Let the flowers take over your body;
I promise it's worth your while.
Someday you'll be a garden,
Colorful and healthy, happy and bright-
You'll be a representation of growth,
My dear, you'll be one hell of a sight.
So maybe if you read this,
Always remember, always know
That flowers grow upon whoever
Kindly reaps what they sow.
Written for a girl who is sad and can't seem to see that she's still lovely. I hope she feels better soon. This is about letting sadness be present only for so long, and then making the decision to let it go and be happy. Because people deserve to be genuinely happy. If I could help I would, but I can't, so I write poems about it instead.