sunflower

 
in the waiting time, I think of you and go a little crazy
hurting in the watercolor world
just a few tears and my rendering is running colors
my artistic venture a puddle of muddy green

my love of self gets confused inside me
and when I get the courage to speak
my tears flow and all my points of contention are ruined
they get taken out of context and become a blurred line
something that makes no sense

we love each other but the lines get blurred
and I think we forget what was beautiful to us in the beginning
when we forget, fascinations are sure to look better

sweet sunflowers who seem carefree are great
but honey sunflowers once plucked from the field wilt and die
if you take them from their natural place they no longer shine
it's not your fault it just is

my true artistry is remembering myself as beautiful
even if I'm a still life in black and white
what is more poignant than a love that lasted
a lifetime of ups and downs