I wanted to get you flowers today

I wanted to get you flowers today,

As you took a big step heading a new way, 

But I didn’t.

Because I am afraid you would hate them,

Or maybe because I just shouldn’t, 

So instead I kept my boundaries,

Saying the moon is pretty tonight,

Because in poems its a clear confession,

But you wouldn’t know that,

The little small braveries,

Small courage I pulled in your plain sight,

So instead I write my feelings down,

Hoping that one day you’d find them,

And knowing you were my love’s anthem

Good morning!

Wake up feeling fresh,

Clean up the house, 

Throwing out the trash,

Watching the clouds swim by,

Rays of sunshine peeking through,

Draw the curtains, 

Oh the sky so blue,

Saying to myself “What a view!”

A cup of iced coffee,

Two slices of toast,

And then a warm bath,

Smell of fresh rose,

Warm towels to dry my skin,

Put on some clean clothes,

Lovely weather,

The world glows

Strings of Heartstrings

You pluck on my heartstrings,

To the tune of your picking,

Tugging and pulling the cords, 

And i shall dance as you wish, 

Scraped feet and bruised knees, 

Round and round on the dance floor,

Where kings were fools, 

And fools were foolish, 

Behind closed doors, 

Tears went unnoticed,

Every drop halted at the edge of my eyes,

Between painful steps,

With a dagger in my ribcage, 

And you kept plucking,

On strings of my heartstrings