mikesifeldeen (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mikesifeldeen) wrote,@ 2007-09-02 11:49:00 |
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Adrienne
I sometimes pretend you're a flower. Wearing sunshine as your smile, wrapped up in a shawl of shade, and woven throughout the weakest parts of me, you wrap any wound imaginable with an agile stem and a perfectly-placed embrace. The splash of rain upon your face lets you constantly breach the barrier of the retreating night sky. But instead, you stay here with me, grounded in the rich earth. Calla lilies sway in the distance, bending but never breaking to a near-imperceptible breeze. The wind serves as a slight and subtle reminder, a cocoon bringing fresh memories and blank slates begging to be written upon. And on them I will write of how I sometimes pretend you're a flower, wearing sunlight as your smile, and how it fits you perfectly.
I sometimes pretend you're a flower. Wearing sunshine as your smile, wrapped up in a shawl of shade, and woven throughout the weakest parts of me, you wrap any wound imaginable with an agile stem and a perfectly-placed embrace. The splash of rain upon your face lets you constantly breach the barrier of the retreating night sky. But instead, you stay here with me, grounded in the rich earth. Calla lilies sway in the distance, bending but never breaking to a near-imperceptible breeze. The wind serves as a slight and subtle reminder, a cocoon bringing fresh memories and blank slates begging to be written upon. And on them I will write of how I sometimes pretend you're a flower, wearing sunlight as your smile, and how it fits you perfectly.
