With a pocket full
of secret roses
I swear,
I swore
that this bunch of flowers
could grow for as long
as they promised
to keep their colors going.
Then something happened,
they were unhappy perhaps,
demanding more of the sun
pushing their way
in front of other plants.
Were they truly neglected?
Sure, there was a dry spell
the soil was a little thirsty,
temperamental downpour
was sure to come.
Woefully unavoidable
no one ever plans on
neglecting their garden
full of the velvet gems.
Seriously,
I can’t stop staring
so of course
these roses
have the highest priority.
These are first time flowers.
Gems with their magical charms,
not knowing that their petals,
open up,
just as another closes.
And as long as I
speed through time
I keep just fast enough
so the petals will never run out.
The trail out in front of us
eventually will show
all the places we’ve traveled. She loves me,
She loves me not.
I hate those words,
and yet,
I can say both things
equally the same.
How does one
just stop growing
under this
the midday sun?
Always be quiet,
it’s a part of the code
that hasn’t learned
to be all vocal.
You’d think,
after all these years
being so close to the ground
these flowers would learn
to be patient.
Simply follow
where the sun goes.
With half of the flowers
having petals expelled
she loves me right?
I keep plugging,
pulling and skipping
‘she loves me not.’
I can’t stand those words.
Love,
the very thing
that has caused this
blackout void.
Flowers must know
that temporary lights
are sometimes enough.
That a sun
hidden behind clouds
still shines it’s rays on them.
The beauty gems
can’t expect
each day
to be a blindingly
perfect day.
Perhaps understanding
that the sun
is a little busy
having to warm
all the others too.