Rejection injected

Deep in this rotting soul.

Barren soil

But still trying to grow.

Can the sun transcend this infertile ground

Evaporate the worst and take it deep in the ocean so no one will ever know?

Leave me in Miami to plant my roots once again

And maybe the sun will befriend a cloud

Let me stay in the shade and one day become the flower I was meant to be.

Everything ripens at it's time and become's a fruit at it's hour

But can a flower have a stain and still be an ornament you want to show?

Can you only love the untouched rose

Or do carnations that are friends with bees and bugs

Have a place in this world and still be beautiful enough to love?