Apr 23, 2020
I remember growing up as I run my hands through your hair I've always had a poets heart I remember trying desperately to stay out of the way to avoid I remember sitting in the garden watching flowers bloom dreaming of red roses and forget me nots
I remember growing up pouring over books alone in the library did you pour over books alone I wonder? and smile against your neck reading old and crumbling books on flowers and letters and love
nowadays I dream of yellow roses and bachelor's button and the little white flowers in the fields that we'll weave into crowns that lace our heads and leave on the kitchen counter to wither in the sun