Ringgren

Black smiles, dark hearts. They grin, and revel. I shake, cower alone. Oceans collide, waves swallow. Lying down, embracing empty.

The lily you got me, is situated perfectly, in my beloved mint green vase. You bought the flower, knowing I needed its strength. Giving me a sense of purpose. Its white petals, striking an elegant pose. A contrast to my mess. We embrace warmly, and you kiss my hair. Nothing has ever seemed simpler.