Gardens

You asked me if I am a ass or tit guy, in all honestly I’m a soul and heart guy. Your soul is warm and sweet like tea with honey when you’re sick but it’s refreshing and craving like ice cream when you’re a kid. You brought back youth and joy into my desolate heart you planted flowers in the wasteland of who I am and tended to them even when others have tried they didn’t stay and water them or watch them grow you even welcomed weeds here and there but none would ever go near your flowers for how careful you tended to them I am your garden your living proof of how kindness can reshape a person how a bit of time patience and love  can turn even the wildest beast into a tamed animal