He weaved me with delicate fingers
The fingers of an artist old yet new
He told me to give my heart freedom
And to never cage my emotions
He told me I was free
And that I was never a mistake
That I should just be
He caressed his way through my hair and past my ribs
Untangling my secrets and my shadowy fears
He kissed his way up the roses of my dreams
And yes he planted a garden in my chest
Tulips,Daisies,dafodiles and more
And he wrote me poetry.For every day I was sad
And felt I deserved more,
More than just the floor keeping my weak body up
He just was