won’t you

won't you stay

to watch the leaves swirl around my feet

and tell me i'm a girl

and sometimes i feel pretty

and sometimes i act dumb

and sometimes

most times

i don't believe any of it

because

i'm not sure i'm allowed

won't you stay

to watch the roses bloom under my feet

i've never asked anyone to stay

just

read a few of my

poetry thoughts, and you'll believe me

so know,

please,

that I won't ever ask

but at the same time

you're in my dreams,

which makes everything realer, in a roundabout sort of way

so tell me if i'm alive

or if i'm capable of growing flowers

from the inside out

cause sometimes

most times

i don't believe any of it

and

in my dreams i ask

won't you stay