there are boys
who want to
hold your hand
in the street
buy you flowers
probably something boring
like roses
and kiss you goodnight.
there are boys
who want to
take you home
to their mothers
and talk about
the children
you will never have.
but i want the boys
whose souls are
all the colors of the rainbow
whose mothers pray
for their fragile lives
because drugs never
promised anyone
tomorrow.
i want the boys
who sit with me
under the night sky
and count the stars
and we both say
what’s the point
but we hold each other anyway
for a heartbeat or a night
because i never know
when
or if
they are coming back.
i will never get flowers
because i hate them.
i like the wildflowers.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Comments (5)
I have never understood why people give one another flowers, but I’ve always graciously accepted them as a gift and known that person was thinking of me. So I don’t say anything. But yeah, it’s the last thing I want to be given lol.
Lol, I hate flowers too! Your poem was amazing!
I enjoyed this, not sure how i would describe the boys I like
Love this so much! Same on the flowers! 🖤
This was so amazing, I don’t want flowers either!!!!!! 😅