the very organism itself
looks as if it grew from passion.
where fairy tales stemmed to be,,
always meant with its strong stem
and surreal sense of fashion.
worth beyond physical beauty,,
yet it does not condemn
until ingested.
twas it you,, or i that met demise?
if it was i,, by all means,, it was worth it.
i hear it is said that they fall off in one go.
and how alike that is to you,,
from what i know.
flames of hearts,, staked on bushes.
dancing,, spinning,, playing the most
dangerous game,, though their light reaches out.
but you described it as beauty,,
something worth eternity for,,
and when it hears that,, the very plant blushes.
alas, my poor heart,,
that is what it seems to be screaming.
delicate fleshy petals,,
twisting and turning.
i will never forget you,,
it murmurs and sings.
it's evident,, as the crimson itself
almost represents byzantine complexity
of the brain.
little mazes,, never discovered.
❛with sincerity,,❜
and perhaps,
the little night-inked letters
with their little swirls,,
curves of loop-dy-loops,,
had held some meaning.
❝amaryllis, red camellia, red carnation❞
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Thief of Flowers
Acak「but you, what did you ever give?」 little stars,, clustered up in a dark bunch; beautiful little clouds hugging what is wished. vivacious and poisonous,, the best combination,, tears will always be shed. gradient from rays to matter,, that is wha...
