I am as beautiful as a flower,
As strong as the waves in the ocean
Yet my demons, they make me as delicate as a petal
And my roots they become feeble at the dusk of day when I lay in my bed of tears thinking about you;
I talk to God about you, I ask him to protect you and in return he asked me why do I settle
Because God, he kissed my roots and suddenly my flower bloomed
I tried to explain that it was you who made my demons temporarily disappear and it was you who made me feel like the world wasn’t so doomed
I talk to God about you, I ask him to ensure your happiness and in return he asked me what’s so special about you
I tried to explain that it was you who cared for my garden and woke up to ensure that my flowers were watered. I tried to show him that it was you aided the new growth and helped to pull out the weeds
I talk to God about you, I ask him when will I find someone like you again and in return he says this is just the start
He tells me of the many “yous” that will come around and plant new seeds, and fight different demons and more “yous” that will fill my garden with fertilizers only to rip it all apart
I talk to God about you, and I tell him none of the “yous” will be you and in return he asked me how deep was my roots that were ripped out and how delicate was my petals that fell off
I tried to explain the depth and delicacy but no words came out because there was never a you before and I didn’t even know that my garden existed before you
I talk to God about you, I ask him to protect you, I tell him how special you are, I talk to God about you
I am as beautiful as a flower, as strong as the waves in the oceans
I talk to God about you, and he reminds me that just like the roots in nature I will reattach and grow back stronger, and he reassures me that I’m only victim the “you” potion
And in return I still ask God to protect you.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC
I am as beautiful as a flower,
As strong as the waves in the ocean
Yet my demons, they make me as delicate as a petal
And my roots they become feeble at the dusk of day when I lay in my bed of tears thinking about you;
I talk to God about you, I ask him to protect you and in return he asked me why do I settle
Because God, he kissed my roots and suddenly my flower bloomed
I tried to explain that it was you who made my demons temporarily disappear and it was you who made me feel like the world wasn’t so doomed
I talk to God about you, I ask him to ensure your happiness and in return he asked me what’s so special about you
I tried to explain that it was you who cared for my garden and woke up to ensure that my flowers were watered. I tried to show him that it was you aided the new growth and helped to pull out the weeds
I talk to God about you, I ask him when will I find someone like you again and in return he says this is just the start
He tells me of the many “yous” that will come around and plant new seeds, and fight different demons and more “yous” that will fill my garden with fertilizers only to rip it all apart
I talk to God about you, and I tell him none of the “yous” will be you and in return he asked me how deep was my roots that were ripped out and how delicate was my petals that fell off
I tried to explain the depth and delicacy but no words came out because there was never a you before and I didn’t even know that my garden existed before you
I talk to God about you, I ask him to protect you, I tell him how special you are, I talk to God about you
I am as beautiful as a flower, as strong as the waves in the oceans
I talk to God about you, and he reminds me that just like the roots in nature I will reattach and grow back stronger, and he reassures me that I’m only victim the “you” potion
And in return I still ask God to protect you.
