your words are like flowers that come alive in a cold spring
shooting from the ground with a gentleness
that encumbers a hidden force
they unearth their surroundings
and mask others with their wondrous scent
their beauty is only soil deep
the meaning tucked away between those pretty petals,
which sometimes are secretly colourful little blades.
they cause my heart to tremble and wither
as though it were a snowdrop made of glass,
and it will shatter.