Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I wanted to be a sunflower
Writing to you.
Dear you,
I felt that our connection bloomed in the most random of winters
I was the sunflower who responded to your sunlight's kisses.
I remember I tried to instruct my stalky body to not forget the Feeling of you that pressed on to me that night.
It felted like sensations of signals that it was the season of spring.
I had forgotten the feeling of being a shy lonely dormant seedling.
You've stimulated every cell in my body to mustard a seed of courage in the pit of my stomach,
To root myself down with the audacity to germinate myself out of My cocooned lifestyle in the hecticness of Christmas time.
All I want is to be enveloped in your halo of warmth.
To feel you infinity,
To be touched in forever and
Dipped in a painting to be just left right next to you
My starry night.
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 12:38 PM UTC
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I wanted to be a sunflower
Writing to you.
Dear you,
I felt that our connection bloomed in the most random of winters
I was the sunflower who responded to your sunlight's kisses.
I remember I tried to instruct my stalky body to not forget the Feeling of you that pressed on to me that night.
It felted like sensations of signals that it was the season of spring.
I had forgotten the feeling of being a shy lonely dormant seedling.
You've stimulated every cell in my body to mustard a seed of courage in the pit of my stomach,
To root myself down with the audacity to germinate myself out of My cocooned lifestyle in the hecticness of Christmas time.
All I want is to be enveloped in your halo of warmth.
To feel you infinity,
To be touched in forever and
Dipped in a painting to be just left right next to you
My starry night.
