Every heartache
cause me to break apart
and every time I stand tall
I no longer could see
the beautiful anything.
If this is call growing up
I rather be
a concrete flower,
flower stands blameless by the sidewalk.
The beauty never diminishes,
traffic or in my room.
It reminds me
I can still hold the beauty so close
but I'm afraid to touch it
knowing
my hand couldn't bare.
When the petal trembles so innocently,
my heart cry for the smell of nostalgia
so I stare
hopelessly

what my heart once was.