Some feelings and few people
Have the power to make us whole.
Others are like weapons-
Lethal guests that shatter our soul.
Have you ever been so broken;
That acid tears burn your hopes?
Have you ever had the doubt;
Chase the horizon or live like a ghost?
When flowers bloom from a broken heart;
From the labyrinths within its core.
What essence do they have?
How Far their stem can go?
If you can hear me, my darling
I can tell you what I know.
Some blossoms have the scent of melancholia
Unable to reach the surface( afraid to grow).
Others are bathed in new beginnings;
Eager to reach, the light of the sun.
Autumn 