He was poppies that grow in between buildings,
Beautiful, unnoticed
His smile was soft as milky saps,
gravitated towards her like she was the sun he needed to thrive
His grip sometimes left patches of purples and blues
He convinced her they were beautiful like lilac wine
She looked at him with honey glazing in her eyes,
could never see he had sedated her with floral dreams
He held her in the palm of his hands,
closed his fingers until nectar flooded the concrete
He flowered next May by the river bank,
reached for one with daffodils for eyes
He smiled his milky smile and
leaned in for another bloom
YOU ARE READING
Waves Don't Die
PoetryTitle alludes to Kanye West's song Waves. The world is full with stories-- it's hard not to get lost in them. Dedicated to Breanna706 and Aanokhi, thanks for pushing me to do this💕 love you guys
