Promises & Pomegranates

Do you still walk in the same garden as me? The garden filled with soft thoughts and wishful prayers? Or have you left that garden?

I still wander in there looking at the soft lily’s and the crimson roses. I wander down into the maze of bright and colorful plants until I stumble upon a field of dandelions.

From there I will pluck each fragile flower, and wish someday these feelings will be more than pondering thoughts.

I wanna ask you what I mean to you, but I’m afraid I know the truth.