Hello! Such a simple and deeply meaningful poem I wrote last night, thinking about life.
I prefer sunflower over roses
There is something behind the golden yellow they wear
Something happy weird
Just like the feeling around him
He never asked though,
Did he never suspected?
Or was it too obvious?
Beyond the colour, it's the flower I belong to
How it closes itself, bends down as the sun sets
It looks as if it's afraid of darkness
Isn't it?
Even I close down when he leaves, when darkness knocks my door- inseparably both
I don't fear darkness, not the black
Black is ingrained in me, in patterns, in my soul
That magic reveals and camouflages as light leaves their eyes
Those buzzing bees leave me alone,
People think it's because of settled dusk
The embarked bright balls of helium that route them to sleep
And him, to his room, away from me
How would they resolve, the spells I invented?
How would he absorb, the enchantment he's under?
Those sunflowers let him awake at dawn, and let me be around him, even when he's asleep.
I wonder if my soul's touch wakes his nerves
I wonder, if he...
"Her spells were nothing sparks of my wounded wand, she's alive, just not without me
She never can
She's mine"
SA.