Gardening Secret

I am oceanic
The trenches my mind can reach
Have not yet been discovered or studied

I will forever be the woman 
That says too much
Feels too much
Loves too much 
Thinks too much
Cries too much

On that note
It is a good thing I am my prettiest when I cry This week I am pushing supermodel level

I take care of my flowers 
Wondering
If it’s the water from the hose 
Or the fertilizer of my tears
That nourishes them the most  

They bloom from my sorrow
It is why my flowers are seemingly endless
The secret to my garden is sadness


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