Are you raising plants from the ground
Are you coaxing foxes from their dens
Are you waiting for the sun to be confident again
(for it to stop hiding because it thinks the moon shines brighter
and it is ashamed)
I need time alone
Need time to sift my thoughts through my spaghetti strainer brain
You took a weed-whacker to my youth, too
And somehow I survived
So I will be still
And close up like a flower
When the darkness comes.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
Are you raising plants from the ground
Are you coaxing foxes from their dens
Are you waiting for the sun to be confident again
(for it to stop hiding because it thinks the moon shines brighter
and it is ashamed)
I need time alone
Need time to sift my thoughts through my spaghetti strainer brain
You took a weed-whacker to my youth, too
And somehow I survived
So I will be still
And close up like a flower
When the darkness comes.
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