flowers

the flowers are oh so delicate

much like your state

like a touch on a dandelion

will break off and flake

flowing softly, getting lost in the wind

your mind is going places, not staying pinned

sometimes they’re dark

four walls of sadness

they surround you with taunts

a house full of madness

sometimes they’re calm

like breathing in fresh grass

you make these thoughts last

and you stay in the past