roots of her hair grow like flowers in her garden.
innocent lies pour from the mouth that creates life.
so young and naive to feel agony
of tulips growing up her sleeves
clear blue rivers pour from her veins
emerald eyes shining as if she was a supernova.
slowly growing like a tree each day
blossoming into something exquisite
but the heat overcame her soul
as new lies spread like a forest fire
and it lit her garden on fire, for a short time.
it regrew stronger than ever.
