Poppy
by D.W.
When I look at this beautiful flower
I think of you
It’s called Poppy
It reminds me of you
Like a fiend for this flower
I find myself addicted
Lost looking for your love
Do I hide my desires in fear of scaring you away?
Or do I take a chance and hope to see you another day?
If so, what will your eyes say?
I see me as the earth
Feeding you as the plant
All the nutrition needed to make you bloom bright
Sometimes I wonder
What makes you wilt?
What makes you bloom?
Do the breath of my words rustle across you like the wind does a flowers’ petals?
If so, time will tell our future involvement
Because when I think of Poppy
I think of you
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This made me smile …. I hope the breath of your words ARE like the wind on a flowers’ petals. 🙂