Wildflower,
What should I name you,
Baby blue eyes or bird cherry?
For when I think of you,
I think of those sapphire eyes
And how they pierce through me,
Before I realise, I'm already gone.
Wildflower,
Tell me your stories,
Specially the one,
In which you stand in the eye of the storm,
And grow against it's will.
When others chose to wilt,
You chose to bloom,
Wildflower,
Has the rain been gentle to you?
For I see scars and broken petals,
That you hold close,
You say, they are your medals,
For triumphing over all your hurdles.
Wildflower,
How did you save...