My soul has been closed and hardened
by the weariness of the world so that
no one is allowed in.
Grass has grown through the cracks
of my cement heart and
I have never encountered someone who
knows how to make flowers grow.
And then I see you.
You are not a fan of poetry or art,
but you know how to make me want to create.
Flowers use a process called photosynthesis
to absorb nutrients the world has to offer,
and for the longest time I had only the water and the oxygem.
It wasn't until you smiled at me that I relaized,
I was missing the sunshine.