I will decorate my heart with
A bunch of kind sunflowers,
Thousands of faithful roses,
Endless of humble tulips.
I'll paint my walls with
All the words you said
I'll lock all the doors
With the key of hope,
I'll wait for you to come home.
I'll fall asleep with truthful
Prayers in my head
I'll look for your eyes
When I stumble in the dark,
Please hold my hand when I drown,
In the ocean of 'not enoughs or I can'ts'.
And when I plant all the flowers
And paint the walls, I'll lock the doors,
Just wait for you to come home.
Just maybe, maybe then,
I'll be beautiful enough,
To be called yours.
-prayer
YOU ARE READING
A Hundred Roses
PoetryAnd suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul
