Where the murky pink of you,
Is covered in specs of soil
I’ve fed you to feed me
And I will bury you deeper
For the depths of my heart.
And make you warmer
With the warmth of the earth.
The press on my palm as I clench you closer
And feel the emerald burn inside of me.
You don't like rain; I can’t keep you dry
My tears only forced you to swim.
But I clean you up to float again
Or perhaps I’m floating on you.