The night is young,
the night is ours.
Hand in hand,
we'll steal the stars
and all the lonely sunflowers
with no sun to face.
The tears you had, from me
I picked them up
They soaked into my skin and now they’re falling for you.
The sunflowers I got you probably aren’t hanging from the wall anymore.
I hope they make the trash smell lovely.
They were meant to be
Lovely that is,
But I’m sure they felt like a materialist apology
For something that could only be healed with feeling.
Unapologetic resentment, is probably what I would name us. Our story
you only got a glimpse of what was inside of me, all you had left was to imagine what could’ve been there
I’m sorry our brains want it all to be beautiful
Maybe it was beautiful
I was so scared of you being let down I almost did the opposite.
I did, do the opposite.
the idea of hurting your feelings unintentionally, was scary
I thought I would push you away
But I really only hid behind the curtains
You heard and felt what I felt.
But you couldn’t see, you went mad
I thought the curtain was enough
I could’ve sworn it was enough.
they’re was so much going on around me I couldn’t hear you when you said it was too loud, so you walked in the other room.
I didn’t notice until it got quiet and I went to look behind the curtain.
New flowers, no curtains.
her hair swayed in the wind,
delicate and gentle
her eyes were like beads of honey,
just like amber and chestnut
her spirit soared like an eagle,
graceful yet powerful
she was like 'summer linen',
flying in a field of sunflowers
Together we shall, my sunflower child. No nightmare will come to thee... I'll save some moonlight, I'll stay up all night, come blow the pieces away with me. My darling my sweet, let's fall asleep, and make forgettable memories.
The gallery is closing soon,
don't say you will come
I bet you want to see "Sunflowers".
You say you can wait.
but what if they can't?
Written after my visit to The National Gallery in London.
Along the meadows the sun shone its bright colors, glorifying the beauty of nature. I knew I was right where I wanted to be. I knew the wind howling in the distance was a call from the birds who were ready for me to come outside and play. School was almost over and the kids were riding bikes along the paths of sunshine and yellow flowers. The sun woke me up that day and I knew that I was right where I needed to be. With the sun shining over me and the sound of the birds just waiting for me to come outside and play.
The sunshine is beautiful and so are you
Sunflowers poked their heads
Out of the winter’s snow
Which thawed under
The rays of the radiant sun
Burrows of eager rabbits
Were left vacant
As these fluffy tail adventurers
Chased greener pastures
Star studded drops of dew
Outlined lily pads
Around in tear filled ponds
Blades of green foliage
Perked up as the
New days of warmth
Lit the fields with love
I always liked blue.
It’s strangely comforting
To see a color
That feels like you do
I never liked yellow.
To see a color
That feels like you wish you do
I met you
You made me something I never thought I could be
You’ve always liked yellow.
I see sunflowers
I think of you