you found flowers inside my head
because you watered me with kindness
so gentle
that breezes blow
following the trace of my veins
along-side my mistaken beliefs
what is dark is evil
what is inside conspires
becoming vines
clinging desperately to who we are
but you changed all that
effortlessly
opening me up to you
with whispers so fragile
I became rigid
so each goose bump could set sail
to the cool air of your love