I dreamed of watching you grow, like the Lilly’s outside my bedroom windowsill. But instead I watched you disappear, and learned to let you go. Drunk off the summer heat I drowned in your blue eyes, and in their oceans waves I forgot how to swim. We Carved our names into the bench made of stones and moonlight, and as it faded, so did you. With sun lit tears resting on my cheeks, I woke from dreams of sailing atop an ocean lit up by the stars, and watched as the lillies slowly said their goodbyes. Winter has stolen their lives and buried them far beneath the earths feet. Maybe there they can make friends with my lost heart. As night time fell and my heels touched the ground, the silence of the unborn flowers below me began to scream. Each petal sank deeper into my veins and with every step I took, I was reminded of you, and how one by one your petals fell. No matter how hard the earth tried to convince me to let go, I still found beauty in your every fallen, wilted leaf. You were a weed that grew around the rim of my ankles, and suffocated my bare soul. But I saw you as a beautiful Lilly, and to this day my love I can’t seem to look at Lilly’s. Because they’re all drenched in your cologne, and stained with long forgotten memories.


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Cory Garcia
about 6 years

Copy that. Good journey brother :)

Cory Garcia
about 6 years

No worries brother :)She's very talented and a beautiful soul... everybody enjoys and wants a little beauty in their lives... the way her poetry makes you feel is a testament to who she is... and what you want in life... she is a sister poet... one we get to support and enjoy for years to come...The good news is... like I said... you know what you are looking for... keep your favorite poem of hers in your back pocket (your word I have hidden in my heart) and when someone asks what you want in a woman... pull out the poem and have them read it... and with confidence admit you want... someone who feals (archaic form) that way about you and someone you can feal that way about... Keep on singing brother... and keep that passion alive!-c

Cory Garcia
about 6 years

Lol someone's feeling froggy this morning...

Cory Garcia
about 6 years

to this day my love I can't seem to look at Lilly's. Because they're all
drenched in your cologne, and stained with long forgotten memories.You have got the longing down perfetly

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