Stormy Weather

​he is so happy
a number knocking on his chest
a bouquet of roses clutched in his grip
a sweetness my nose will never know

I am a wilted sunflower
still craning its neck
to follow him across the sky

did I kiss you hard enough
in my dream last night
did you feel the sparrow sing
beneath my chest
did you know I rise
every morning for you
did you even think to ask
if I like roses

I am a porcelain doll of emotions
a book of questions dressed in dust
a sad love song loop in an empty room
this rain is too much for my soul

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