my mind is a forest.
I want to wander in it with you,
show you the flowers:
the ones that glow,
the ones that absorb light,
and the roses.
i’d show you the thorns:
the small ones,
the dangerous ones,
and the subtle ones.
i’d show you the ivy
that runs up the trees.
I’d show you my all,
if you’d let me.
I can feel my hope
unfurling in my chest,
the brightest flower
in the center of my whole world
I want to tap it down,
hide it so when
everything goes wrong
my light, the sun of my forest,
doesn’t completely vanish when you leave.
that hope, it still whispers
maybe you won’t be temporary.
maybe you won’t leave.
maybe you’ll wander with me through my forest.