8/17

to the gentle gardener

lets.. kick it old school.
you grab the pull, ill grab the hoe
and together we’ll cultivate these withered souls.

a little TLC,
some dirty knees,
and a whole lot of help from the birds and the bees,
will erected these fragile leaves.

i got drowning sunflowers in my eyes
and they’re craving your light
so shine bright babe
i dont think they’ll live through one more down poor.

you just might be the gentile gardener i’ve been waiting for.
but im not gonna bet my pettles on it.
he loves me
he loves me not
he loves me
he loves me not if have any thing to say about it.

i’ll grow pretty for you.
i’ll dance in the wind for you.
i’ll tickle your nose if you get close enough.

just promise me this.
you’ll never cut me off at the knees, detatch me from my roots
just to place me in a cramped vase on the mantle.
im no decorative touch in your world of petty suites.

so slap on those grimey boots, babe
and bring your sunshine this way.
we got a lot of work to do
to make these photosynthesis feelings stay.

~ by everyonesfavoritemidget on August 19, 2009.