skin and bone.
apart from my heart and soul.
flesh and blood, the spoken word my mind dares to open up to.
your delicate hand reaches in
picking and choosing the petals you'd want to pin to your heart
and the ones you let fall to the ground
and you
let
them
fall
sentences wrapped in dreams yet sheltered in despair
carved into the wood
the trees spilling secrets
the secret that
every
petal
i had
was crowned on your head
as my spine was sleeping under you
