Remember I said I would put in some of my own writings? Well, here goes.
I want to create something beautiful
More than life, more than song.
I want to give you a flower that has no name.
One that glows with wet heat
Luminescent in its beauty.
The flower drank the water I in my misery had saved for you.
Will it grow in spite of me?
Only I can wonder.
I’m not a poet any any means; I just had an idea one day. I did manage to get this published, though.