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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.
Dae Roberts Oct 8
The tears you had, from me
I picked them up
They soaked into my skin and now they’re falling for you.

Recycled

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

Pushed out,
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.

I’m sorry.
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',
woven intricately;
flying in a field of sunflowers
Dayna Aug 23
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.
Peter B Aug 19
The gallery is closing soon,
hurry up,
don't say you will come
another time.

I bet you want to see "Sunflowers".
You say you can wait.

You can,
but what if they can't?
Written after my visit to The National Gallery in London.
Elizabeth Jun 3
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
Nathalie Apr 19
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

Leisurely floating

Around in tear filled ponds


Blades of green foliage

Perked up as the

New days of warmth

Lit the fields with love


~Nathalie
Luna Apr 3
Cool
Calm
Blue
I always liked blue.
It’s strangely comforting
To see a color
That feels like you do
Bright
Happy
Yellow
I never liked yellow.
It hurts
To see a color
That feels like you wish you do

Then
I met you
You made me something I never thought I could be
Bright
Happy
You’ve always liked yellow.
Now
I see sunflowers
I think of you
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