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Wind Take You

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I whispered my heart’s unsaid words
that terrified you in assumed obligation
because of some arbitrary definition.

I clearly heard you speak back those unsaids
with awkwardly veiled words for cover
when those wrappings stated it just as clearly.

Despite the riddles, a rose is still a rose
even when you call it a dandelion
and treat it like an unwanted weed.

Just so you know I kept every flower
close to my heart, my treasures,
hoping one day you’d name them true.

Now I toss those unnamed petals to the wind,
dried out dreams from bent daisy stems.
You never would have seen me as a rose.