Delicate
As fragile as the first flower after the long winter,
and as I yearn to show its beauty to the world,
I am scared.
To lose it,
to have it break,
wither and fall,
and so.
I grasp the soil with tender hands and tender hopes.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
Delicate
As fragile as the first flower after the long winter,
and as I yearn to show its beauty to the world,
I am scared.
To lose it,
to have it break,
wither and fall,
and so.
I grasp the soil with tender hands and tender hopes.
