Grow, paper flower

you are worth a sky painted in a silvery light
from a sunrise, magnificent as it can really be
butterflies streaming through its velvety might
yearning for love, yearning to be absolutely free.

you’re like a little paper flower, growing deep
from the cracks of a broken, failed empathy
miserable as that may be, you never weep
all you do is keep mum and give and sympathy

you’re my little candle flame, flickering softly
warming up the darkness around, lighting every
soul you pass, then you came across me
and then you gave me a friend, the burden no longer heavy

don’t ever forget that you’re an awesome friend.
a shoulder to cry on, a hand that you can lend.