Flowers

Baby, what a gift it is to hold your heart The way that you love, it is art That brushes paint along all of my scars Not erasing, but illuminating what I kept myself from facing Baby, you are sun showers Helping me to see flowers in me Baby, you are sun showers Helping me to see me Most days, you are all that keeps me on this earth You take my shattered pieces and my hurt Mending all the fractures with your words Creating and reshaping out of all my self-hating Baby, you are sun showers Helping me to see flowers in me Baby, you are sun showers Helping me to see me