the way you
wrapped your arm
around my shoulders
and asked how i was
made me sigh with
contentedness
and i fell just a bit more
for you.
and listening to you sing,
that's a treat
you're blooming
like a flower
in spring,
but you close off,
and wither quickly
dear flower don't do that
or else i wither with you.
but instead how about
us daises,
turn into bleeding hearts.
hanging in green bushes
side by side and sing
we could have a duet of life
stringing together our hardships and stories
into a song.