TomBelina
How do I know what he thinks?
Maybe he doesn't want to be a "man" just yet. But feels forced to man up.
Maybe he looks at me, as some strange Tombelina. A boy living inside a flower. In a beautiful flower bed. The sun just shines for me. I am watered and cared for. And free.
What he would give...
The things he would DO...
For my place in the sun.
If my life were his.
Not knowing better
I sit inside my soft sun warmed flower and cry, because the grass seems greener on the other side.
Dry your eyes, stand up and peek past the petals, into yourself and into your world.
And find peace.
Maybe he doesn't want to be a "man" just yet. But feels forced to man up.
Maybe he looks at me, as some strange Tombelina. A boy living inside a flower. In a beautiful flower bed. The sun just shines for me. I am watered and cared for. And free.
What he would give...
The things he would DO...
For my place in the sun.
If my life were his.
Not knowing better
I sit inside my soft sun warmed flower and cry, because the grass seems greener on the other side.
Dry your eyes, stand up and peek past the petals, into yourself and into your world.
And find peace.