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 Aug 2018 georgia sophie
delilah
i could grow daisies in your lungs
for they are filled with the purest air
that sometimes we share
i could grow tulips from your head
for you have imagined more fields than you can fill
maybe the one we count the stars in
i could grow roses from your eyes
for they would just add to your rosy vision
rosy enough to make me seem like enough
i
(however)
could grow nothing from your heart
for those fields have been over plowed
for the waves of your chestnut hair don't reach
for i haven't a clue what flower is worthy
worthy of trying
trying to prosper where other's have failed you
i fear my love not being enough
enough to wield blooms for you
for now
i hope daisies are enough
chrysanthemums
or calla lilies
or dahlias
maybe violets
perhaps even sunflowers
 Aug 2018 georgia sophie
delilah
she's so beautiful
not just in her looks
(though i do adore her chestnut hair
and wide brown eyes)
but in the way she speaks
she speaks with such care
because she knows the weight of words
and she doesn't bring herself to the stars
even though she belongs among them
because she knows what it's like to be looked down upon
and she writes with as much care as when she speaks
each word written to be read
and i wish i could read them all
i am envious
of what you have,
but not
of who you are

regardless,
it withers me

instead of watching
your garden grow, even if
i find it
utterly dull;

perhaps,
i should start digging up
the earth in my own,
neglected plot

and observe
what becomes
I often find myself wanting what someone else has, especially if I feel they are "unworthy." I wrote this to express that feeling and attempt to correct + redirect my negative, unhealthy thoughts. Why not give all that energy and attention to my craft and see what grows?
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