“Be your own flower. And bloom.”

Would you dance with me, when the world is watching? Would you dance with me when the music stops?

If you believe that it’s meant to be, make it happen.

I can spend a lifetime without you. But not this moment, not tonight.

My happy poems will be flowers on a grave. You will see a garden in all its bloom. But underneath the earth. I lay.

To my heart, you’re my home.

You can break me into pieces. And all million of me will love you still.

I miss people I have never met. Conversations I have never had. Streets I’ve never walked. And love I have never made.

Even if it’s for a little time. Birds build homes too.

Oh darling, if you won’t be yourself who will?

Some people are sunshine.

Please tell your sons. It’s okay to cry. Tears don’t make them any less of a boy.

I hope when you lie under the night skies, you’re a vision for the stars.

The woods in the wild need no tending to.

I was so busy loving you. I didn’t notice you were leaving.

In a room full of people. I hope I have the courage to always be me.

How I wish I could hold you a little longer, and more. And forever.

Bloom for the bee, not for the hands that want to pluck you.

Today I am broken but tomorrow I will be gentle, I will be kind and i will bloom again.

My soul was left with a cosmic radiance, blooming into wildflowers.

Let’s always bloom, savor and delight others with our beauty.

Your smile is watching a flower bloom in love. Shy at first, then your brightness unfolds and you magically decorate the world with your flashy hues.

Flowers only wither to bloom again. So shall you break, only to be whole again.

My wings of hope unfurl soaring through the broken battlefields of life. On a journey to plant myself and bloom in iridescent rays of reverie.

Sometimes life breaks us and buries us alive, but that is how we find our purpose and rise bloom in love.