if I were a flower, I’d be like The Sun
I’d bloom on the days when your body goes numb
I’d give you the seeds I have grown in my heart
and hope that you use them like salve on your scars
lest you be the ***** or you be the saint
leave no room for questioning why you’re awake
I’ll pull every root I may have on this earth
exchange it for nothing, for nothing is worth
the cost of your honest and humble dismay
there’s more than you know in your every day