because i can't sleep tonight, i'll write - for you.
lonely flower. i mean, she was a beaut. her stem held her up stern and straight. she wasn't frail, nor flimsy [or atleast she didn't appear to be so]. her potent fragrance lingered into my nostrils attaching a scent so fresh inside of my mind to feel at ease. she had it going on. she caught the eyes of every bystander that passed by and she did it, with little pride. i could tell, her vessels were swelling because she had loved so hard and so strong for so long without receiving it back. her pollen had been used and abused by others, stinger bees were attracted to her. killer bees. bumble bees. even honey bees. they were always raping her of her kindness and her generosity was misused. still, she stood strong and held her petals up high and stern and she did this with little pride. she was bright, like the light of the yellow sun that casted from above. she was free like the breeze that God used to speak to her. she moved easily, with no restraints. but still, she had been battered by her lovers and choked by the crowd.
all the while, she stood alone - i always wonder how you feel when you stand alone. because you look so beautiful when you are not meshed in with a crowd , especially the ones that don't complement your character. i see passed your physical appearance. it's the essence of your presence that keeps me alert, that singles you out. i think you are beautiful, when you stand alone. because i can see the whole of you, without distraction. you are not lacking because you are alone. you are your own ... when you are on your own. and i love seeing you powerful. more distinctive and delightful. with strength, beautiful flower. i love seeing you, alone.
