In.. his.. arms. I find, a bouquet of poppies in which he calls mine.
I can feel the stars align
As my stress spills out as my mouth opens wide
I cant tell if he wants me to call.. him.. mine
The poppies bright and red
I feel no fears of dread
I feel the heat rise in my face
He looks at me like a confused disgrace
I could see the blush rise in his cheeks
Flustered as his eyes align, with mine
I, the one, they call 'canary', confused yet as at ease
as he looks at me
Him, human appearing, floating rings around his head
Describing the color the closer he is to the end
Him, still at green, feeling full and at ease
Me lost one, not two a bright yellow fills my thoughts
as the last arrow flows through
I, the one they call a 'Cyanette' watch, as my husband he falls
That was, his last one his red turned to grey
I know that he watches above proudly in day
I cry, his grave infront of my eyes, my thoughts at bay.
A bright red appears over me, as i feel my heart fall far from the tree
The tree the canary would perch in and sing
Watching me as it turns night to day
In my arms, the bouquet still sat, waiting for an answer
Deeply knowing that, nothing is coming my way.
[Any name suggestions for this poem?]
(Lil third life angsty fluff)
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