Desert Flower


Amazing poetry by a talented writer.

Emily Heron Poetry

I was your desert flower
As you used to call me
When you used to call me
Wishing me goodnight
Telling me you loved me

I called you once
I called you twice
I called you 23 times
You said your phone died
We died

I was a desert flower
Growing in a place so desolate
No nurturance, no water, no one to admire me for miles
Plenty of sunlight, wind, bees, and air
And I began to thrive

And when I thrived, you turned your head
Admiring the roses and the daisies
So carefree, so careless, handled with so much care

I was your desert flower
You uprooted me
Kept me in the dark
Kept me out in the cold
I told you I needed light
I told you I needed warmth

I made my own light
I found warmth
I lit up my world
I expanded
I had…

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