Standing tall in the soil of your love , watered with the sweet nectar of your words Speak softly ..
Let the dew of your empty promises weigh down my petals till the afternoon comes watch . me
Don’t touch me !
See me ..
but please don’t forget me.
Capture my image in the album of your memory Watch. Me. Grow.
Can you see me ?
Your Garden is filled with traces of another. Does my nectar taste the same ?
Am I rare?
Am I special ?
What happened ?
What happened to the flowers before me ??!
Dried in vases filled with titles glorified by spectators
they suffocated in expectation til’ the water grew stale
all of their petals began to dry as they fell from the vase you stuck them in … DONT .PLUCK.ME!
Just care for me as I am.
Pay attention and don’t assume , because fancy vases and “fertile” tap water wont do.
Water me Mr. Gardner. Water me please.
My love and my life sit in your hands like fertilizer dig down to my roots and get to know me.
Taste the fruits of your labor.
Isn’t it fresh?
See what you created ? Beauty…
They say nothing is more beautiful than being loved. Unapologetic and unmoved
Birthed in the garden of your love with sunlight comes shade and
as the wind blows my scent fades
I pray you hold onto my fragrance
let it taint your brain with bliss Pay Attention !
Your love lays like the dew in the morning
Crystalize my petals with sweet whispers of forever
Care for me as I am and watch me grow.
Don’t pluck me !
Because titles and fancy vases won’t do.
Just capture my image in the album of your memory. Breathe in…..
can you see me ?
Poem by Mia J. Burnside featured in Thoughts Lost in Expectation available on amazon and Barnes and Nobles Online
Reading these beautiful words gave my whole body chills. Stay close. Mia is blossoming.