Shower your Love so the Flowers grow.

Let’s go back to the day you were reborn

Only to make silly decisions and get bored

With ourselves. Try to eat that peach without

Smiling at me. Your hair is as delicate as

A feather from a Black Crow. When we were

Little- fear didn’t exist and there was no rain.

School days would fly by, only to meet you

At the dinner table and act shy. My mother’s

Rose garden still cries in September and

She doesn’t know why. It always seemed

Sunnier on the other side, only to realize

You aren’t alive. Don’t be afraid of the sidewalks,

Fry your brain, with all the rain, love slips between

The cracks. The Sea will speak, so listen.

Only the nice ones make it out alive.