I catch myself looking at him
and wondering if there is still a glimmer
of hope for us in his eyes.
It is your birthday
and my heart hurts,
I want to kiss you
but I know it’s forbidden now.
When I was a girl
I would always go for the most marvelous
flowers at the local garden to bring home,
And my mother would say to me:
“No, those won’t last. You must get the ones that have yet to bloom, in time they will become even more beautiful.”
I believe this could have been a metaphor,
for us
If only you’d have let it.
I can’t do this;
Exist with you, not existing with me.
Stay.
Stay.
Stay.
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 3:49 AM UTC
I catch myself looking at him
and wondering if there is still a glimmer
of hope for us in his eyes.
It is your birthday
and my heart hurts,
I want to kiss you
but I know it’s forbidden now.
When I was a girl
I would always go for the most marvelous
flowers at the local garden to bring home,
And my mother would say to me:
“No, those won’t last. You must get the ones that have yet to bloom, in time they will become even more beautiful.”
I believe this could have been a metaphor,
for us
If only you’d have let it.
I can’t do this;
Exist with you, not existing with me.
Stay.
Stay.
Stay.
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