When I die
I want
Roses to bloom
From beneath my grave
Violets and blue-bells
And emerald grass
Blooms in my memory
Is all that I ask
Daisies
And Daffodils
Poppies
And pink -petaled lilies
Ruby-like flowers
Amethyst strokes
Perhaps pearls
Scattered
I'm my resting place
Would be lovely
When
I
Die

I was once a fully bloomed daisy.
But then every time you hurt me
You ripped out a petal
Till I was left with with none
And you were finally done with me.

And there I was..
Left empty and alone.

I only wish to Love you
in the way a gardener loves
the flowers in his garden.
With only encouragement,
understanding,
and laughter
as my gardening tools.
I have no desire to pluck you,
I only wish to water you
with my Love.
Nourishing your soil.
Soaking your roots with
positivity and kindness.
Supporting your ascension.
And when your petals wilt away,
I will create a space for you to bloom new ones.

flower, flower in full bloom
the skies are covered gray
keeping the sun at bay
yet you keep shining true

flower, flower holding out
the others have wilted
into a field melted
yet you keep growing stout

flower, flower stretching leaves
the rains of decadence
has flooded nature's sense
yet you keep make believe

you were the first snowfall in winter
your fragile soul
broken from a haunted past
like a rose amongst thorns,
teaching me how beautiful
it can be to bloom after the frost.

Death is a flowering inward,
@— the cleistogamy —@
Like lips to our own souls,
Drinking ourselves to florid nothing.