bloom

when i think of him
his blooming-toothy-smile,
our roots of love,
and stems of laughter,
i wonder how there could ever be such a season as winter.

i like to think he’s my greenhouse, providing me with the correct conditions and encouraging me to grow and flower like he does so effortlessly.

Some of us need more soil and water,
Some of us aren’t everngreen
But his love for me is ever seen, ever since he was sixteen, for-ever a team.

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