꩜ .ᐟ

I'll grow flowers in my lungs, if you said you liked daisies, I'll breathe in petals, let my breath turn hazy. Roots will weave through my ribs, anchoring tight, Blossoms in my chest, blooming with your light. Each inhale, a meadow, each exhale, a sigh, As daisies unfurl where only air should lie. I'll trade my breath for beauty, just to see you smile, Letting nature fill the spaces where my heart's been for a while. But what if you tire of daisies one day? Will you still love me when they wither away? For I'll keep them alive, as long as you care, Breathing life into flowers, for you, I swear.