let my seeds push through the crevices of entrenched doubts
let my stems poke at the cobwebs of rusted assumptions
let my thorns sting back at the chill of raw honesties
let my petals conceal me like the kisses of ambiguous flattery
let my branches bridge me across the creek of negelcted assurances
& let my roots hold me down, in the soil of what is certain
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
let my seeds push through the crevices of entrenched doubts
let my stems poke at the cobwebs of rusted assumptions
let my thorns sting back at the chill of raw honesties
let my petals conceal me like the kisses of ambiguous flattery
let my branches bridge me across the creek of negelcted assurances
& let my roots hold me down, in the soil of what is certain
