Oh to be more than just a wallflower,
to open the eyes of the world...

In ten years, I hope to know
where my dreams come from...

Things that are blooming
like the two baby sunflowers planted...

This loneliness runs rampant
in and out of my soul, sending...

What it means to bloom -
something akin to adoration...

Daisies surround the bluebells
as green swallows the whole field...

I always have a notebook and pen
tucked into my back pocket...

Dear Bouquet,
I wrote an entire book...

Sing my worries to sleep
in that gorgeous way...

We've almost all
outgrown...

Beautiful Brookside
in all your brown-eyed lovers...

I found your lilies
and your roses...