I'll hide under my bed of vines
and allow my flowers to grow
in secret.
My blooms were too public
so I'm running low on myself.
Reverting me back
to a love hardened on the outside.
Flowers born decaying
at first touch.
Innocence shattered
by roaming fires
that a flower
can't contest.
The dread settles in.
The air feels super thin.
And I can't breathe
in springtime.
I can't breathe when you aren't mine.
I'll hide in my house of vines
and allow my flowers to bloom
in secret.
My progress was too public
and I'm running low on myself.
Takes me back
to flashbacks painful to me.
Flowers born decaying
at first touch.
Innocence shattered
by roaring flames
that a flower
can't contain.
The dread settles in.
The air feels super thin.
And I can't breathe
in springtime.
I can't breathe when you aren't mine.
Remember that day we ran.
Not from each other
but together.
In unity and in one.
Two love birds chirping.
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Timeless
PoetryPoems of the past that possibly stamp history to help the future. My journey through 2020 in poems. The ups and downs.
