StormFlower2

Storm flower Your words tear apart The certainties I carry here They resound in my guts They shatter my most egoistic sense This lyre fragments damages I deny my desire even if The premises insist on redundancy in the core Your seeds grow Like a plague, they sneak in Through unsuspecting cracks They take root, causing pain From these very late desires That whisper, silently I hear But unpunished by my plea It continues to sprout within me It's like a storm flower It blooms gently It reigns beautifully Without paying attention to what it causes me.