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 yourself?
From people who tried to pluck you out?
Did you leave a thorn on each one?
Till you were left with none.
Wildflower,
I know you dream of stars and the moon,
Even when you're gaping high at the sun,
For the nights are when it's all quiet and lonely,
Withering you and weathering you slowly,
Taking you down, petal by petal,
But yet, you keep your roots guarded.
Wildflower,
Tell me how do you glow after such dark memories,
And all the hauntings of the hard days,
And merciless sundowns?
For when I look at you,
You smile like a child, back at me.
Wildflower,
Let me love you through dark
And through glory,
For I won't just love you,
I'll love you wild.

-Wild wildflower,halfburntcigs
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