There'll be days
You won't sense
The honey melting off my mouth
There'll be nights
You won't feel
The sugar healing all your fears
There'll be weeks
You'll be watering the seeds
I planted in your heart,
but you won't find any blossom
Will you touch my heart with
some of your honey?
Will you drain parts of your sugar
to treat my hungry soul?
Will you throw colorful feathers
Off of your wings, to let mine grow?
(I know)
YOU ARE READING
Give Yourself Time To Bloom
PoetryThis is a short collection of inspirational poems. My intention is not to produce proper poetry but to give people who are fighting their own battle a good reason to appreciate life despite all the difficulties it might has. From now on, please tak...
