sunflower
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I used to wonder who I was
What I was supposed to be.
I stood there amongst an empty field
standing all tall,
awkward and lanky.
My deep shade of pecan, growing darker by the minute.
Roses are red, violets are blue.
you said you loved me, I felt like that too.
But im just a sad sunflower to you.
Depressed and obsessed.
I wish I could be blessed.
By youre love.
I follow the sun in all its glory
Wondering if you’ll chase me?
I’m stuck in the ground
But you refuse to perceive me
You refuse to know me
Refuse to love, me.
I follow the sun as if I’m its shadow.
Give me love, or give me time.
Give me a song yet sung
Let my heart feel your the one.
Dont shatter my earrnings into pieces.
I am not your piggy bank.
Don't let what I offer go to waste
The flame of the match
Burns so brightly
The colors
Red
Blue
Orange
All colors that messmorize her
The flame pulls me under
Until the match runs out
The flame in her heart, however
I love you because you make me feel like a sunflower.
Warm, full of warmth and happiness.
You have taught me to unleash who I am
And grow like a wildflower.
Open your door, and walk outside.The cool breeze running it's oxygenized fingers through my strong blonde hair.There's no need for negativity at a time like this.
When I think of how far i’ve come
i remember numb
How vividly i recall the feeling of nothing
It pierces, always stings
Intoxicates and disables
Scars everywhere, never fading
What compliments do for confidence.
Sort of like sun ays to a sunflower
absorbing all it can get,
never mind the previous dark pitch.
When depression begins to take its toll
I scavenge for earth, sun, and seed
I let it take root starting in my soul
A sunflower is all I need
Some days I can't get out of bed
The world around us is constantly moving
Even the smallest flower is beautifully blooming.
If a bud so small gets a chance to bloom
A human so tall, chance as well should assume.
I am the child born on a late Winter evening.
I am the woman you never desire leaving.
I am the lady scanning frantically in libraries.
I am the hopeless romantic ending February.
Saw you again today.
Made me insecure because
I didn't know which I wanted to do more;
The sun and a flower met oneday
admiring one another's beauty
and they loved each other, oh so much
that they were the other one's, truely
"Ive lost my way!" the sun proclaimed
