Against the tide

Yesterday I prayed for you to come out of my mind.

Today I’ve dreamt with you,

so vivid that I believed it.

All back, old feelings.

Time past but didn’t feel it.

Only the tender, the passion

as it was at the beginning.

I’m becoming sick.

Death Love

I watered so much the plant that even if the roots were strong enough no flower bloom. 
I didn´t have time to find it more space. It was no time for a bigger pot. 
So the plant died and within my florist aspirations.