Flower Picker

I try to rid you from waking thoughts, 

The whispers of dreams that daren’t settle.

I hold my breath on love-me-nots, 

And marry fates with each torn petal.

"Do I ever cross your mind?

On the long days where you do mine?”

Always. Never. and Maybes.

I’m left with silence and stripped-down daisies.

 
womenwithink:

Sara Fabel by Peter Coulson

womenwithink:

Sara Fabel by Peter Coulson