Little lily buds look at the sun
they smile and bloom
the morning begins so beautiful.

I worry about yesterday and tomorrow
keep missing out on now.

The more I see,
less I want to say
no longer want to stay.

The days get hotter and hotter
this budding cruel summer
I cannot enjoy the simple flowers
this bed has become my world.

I am tired when I sleep
fatigued awake
I need fresh oxygen to breathe
I've become living bone
all alone.

he gave her flowers
it's the 14th of the year's
second month
at the top of the blossomed fragrance
is a note that confessed
"be mine..."

she felt something
but it is nothing as it should—
as how he had hoped it would
"be mine... again, please"
he whispered

her eyes shown colors
of miss
and of hope
"i own mine,
i already own mine"

he tried to connect
the now and the past
he gave him a song
a letter, a photo
he gave him his word,
"one last time"

she looked down
thinking, feeling
as if below lies a mirror
that reflects memories from time,
time she thought—
and hoped would last

"one last time, i gave to mine"
she appeased

he left pleading
with a heart full of crease
but she found herself in peace

a complete piece

i don't know if you love me
and i don't know if i love you
but all i know is that i cannot take on the
world
if i am stuck on you

so please, say that you love me
i will love you back

we can bloom in the night's rain together
we'll take on the world

I’m merely a wallflower
Deprived of sunlight
Breathing the same air
In the same room
longing to belong somewhere
Anywhere but here

What’s the point in pulling me from my roots
When they’re buried too deep
And are far too frail
For only I can aid my bloom

You told me to get some rest
I promised you.
But I can’t sleep whilst I'm afraid to exist
Dreams just give me false hope
But please don't let me sit through this winter alone

And at the end of the night
As you held the weight of my body
You asked me,
Is it repetitive? How you live?
And you watched
as the timid flower shrived in your hands

and so each petal fell
one by one
until none was left

why do flowers bloom
only to wither
in the end?

Like buds open soft,
Mind blooms with no serenade.
But it's pure fragrance,
Reaches distant akin hearts.
The symphony tolling long...

you
scatter like seeds
within me, the Wonder
that watching
Blooming brings

I’ll be raindrops, you’ll be sunlight
and under this new soil
let the flowers in us
explode in grace and colour