she's blooming
She clings to me; like a button on my plaid shirt.
Sewn in strategically.
Gradually withering away in her fibers,
But holding on for the life of her.
My hands are soaked in sweat but I can't interrupt her steady breath.
Because her peace means more than my comfort.
And her happiness grows from my soil.
She's blooming.
Sewn in strategically.
Gradually withering away in her fibers,
But holding on for the life of her.
My hands are soaked in sweat but I can't interrupt her steady breath.
Because her peace means more than my comfort.
And her happiness grows from my soil.
She's blooming.