Dear Girl

By Invictus

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Girl, you have been drinking dew from leaves

believing it would quench your thirst for morning cuddles.

Convinced that the world is a wide winter bed,

you hike the wilderness alone seeking for a campfire.

Girl, why have you tied your worth to a dying tree?

But that doesn’t matter now, does it? The question

 you should be more concerned with is which one

is better off cut, the tree or your wrists?

Girl, don’t you think it’s time to stop picking petals off

a daisy and start blowing seeds off a dandelion's globe?

It's not a question of whether that one person loves you

or not. It is a quest to find out how many people care.

Girl, as those dandelion seeds dance in the wind with your blow,

I hope you realize that you are much more than a possession.

You are never an auction to begin with, because the world

will always be the highest bidder. You belong to the world.

Girl, the word belongs to you. You are the horizon, the one

that shows the first appearance of light before sunrise

and the one that sunset will soon kiss! Girl, start kissing

those wounds and point your finger to the moon!

Dear girl, there is a thousand words between your palms

and the earth waiting to be written. Write them later and

it will be yours for the rest of your life. The clouds wander

lonely, but you don't have to share the same story.

Dear friend, I have dug a hole in my soul to make

a compost pit. You can dump all your waste in there

and I will turn it into a fertilizer. I will spill it to your garden

hoping it is wide enough to let a thousand daffodils bloom.