What was childhood like?
A structure to hold you together?
Youth makes flowers grow in your lungs
(And I can no longer breathe.)
youth stills find you beautiful and says that you smell like a garden.
I was always told that nothing could smell better than the person youth loved.
Youth reminds you that you smell like home.
And something about youth made my heart flutter.
Butterflies landed inside of me.
I know that it's what's on the inside that matters.
And we are all a piece of nature's creation.
At home I stood around too long-
Admiring all the colors around me.
Watching the sprouting of new life.
Not paying much attention to how youth took care of me.