cloudy eyes rain down,
salty raindrops wilt rosebuds

gazing upon
gardens of death,
i find that once
i look upon beauty,
i ruin it with love

perhaps i am a
flower cutter,
not a gardener

i found the most beautiful rose,
she was made from stardust;
her petals were
formed from skies
and lavender
with a hint of grey,
but i looked away

i couldn’t let
myself ruin this one

instead
i made a flowerbed,
with blankets of soil
tucked my tears in,
until blossoms bloomed

they were prettier than
roses made of the sky
or tulips from the sun

they were mine,
lillies from my heart