Where have I left you? How do you live like that? Shadowed by his past and crossing your fingers for a future. Who let you grow up? Which God allowed you to sprout this skin similar to your mother’s. And why are you giving it away? Turning your back on your blood with foul words and wrong reasons. What has caused your outburst? Your need to prove us all wrong, is being done in the wrong way —
Do you know where your seeds were sown? You were intended to be a wildflower, but you act like a rose. Too many thorns to be approached, too many petals to pluck just to guess if I love you.