On every flower is a petal
That holds its place for a little while
Until it is no longer needed.
Replaced with another
When the time comes.
I am not one of those petals.
I am the wind around you
The one you never noticed
That makes you sway gently,
And takes your breath away.
I am not the blooming rose
Nor am I the thorns to your demise.
I am the rain that pours heavily
Giving you life with every drop
Of my love.
I am not the grass
That comes in the spring
And goes in the winter.
But I am the very soil
That makes you grow
For all of eternity.
I am not another tulip you desire
To keep you company in your bouquet
I am the sun you need
Shining lustrously in the sky,
To make you smile.
Do not believe
I am just another flower
In your never ending garden.
YOU ARE READING
Pretty In Yellow
PoetryA bundle of poems that explore the tainted world of yellow that is my mind. I hope you can feel the emotions of despair, desire and delight I try to express through my words of poetry. "You are dripping in luminosity, The very definition of yellow."...
