If my heart is a fragile flower
with arrow shaped petals,
and only one proudly curls into a waving gesture
pointing the way
If my eyes spinning wheels of emotion
clicking away with each blink
whirl faster than before
If my breath dissolves each word into mist
leaving only their outlines behind
as clouds stomp on flat sky
If my hair is a sensitive vine plant
shedding all unwanted emotions
cutting off each cord of their power