Somedays — Summary

Tiffany.Romantic

I am so intoxicated With the scent of your neck When I press my head Into the crease of your shoulder I admire the way You would pull me close With your arm around my Slouching hip And you would lean your lips Onto the front of my forehead And lay a kiss of protection on my skin I am so happy That you make me happy And I am in love with the fact That flowering thoughts of you seem to crowd my mind like weeds that used to grow But you have taken them away And restored my mind with pretty flowers That do not seem to wither On some days Those pesky weeds seem to grow back And I am sad and weary once again But I know you are there With your shovel and seeds and Your dirt and water And you tend to my mind like it is your garden I still remember when you kissed me And planted an orchid behind my ribs (It is still there if you were wondering) And I still pluck at the petals Wondering if you love me or not -My friend

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Tiffany's "Somedays" is a tender love poem about being comforted by someone who makes the speaker's low moments easier to bear. It opens with small physical details: the scent of a neck, a head pressed into a shoulder, a kiss on the forehead that feels like protection. From there it moves into a longer image of the mind as a garden. Thoughts of the loved one are flowers that replace the weeds of sadness, and that person tends the garden with shovel, seeds and water.

The speaker feels grateful, affectionate and a little vulnerable. The weeds do grow back on some days, so the happiness isn't perfect or permanent. The ending adds a twist of uncertainty. The orchid planted behind the ribs is still there, but the speaker plucks its petals, wondering "if you love me or not." The sign-off, "My friend," suggests the feelings may be unspoken or unsure. The mood is warm and dreamy, with a quiet ache underneath.

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