Thief of Flowers

「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 what makes their little nation.
a nation of endlessness,
beyond eternal.

peculiar shape,, always reaching out.
passion pinks,, seeking your essence.
even the squid searching,, without a doubt.
honey melts over,, so much innocence.
always holding tenderness for what is lost.

pure fuchsia hearts,, drooping over a bridge,,
crying and longing for something
it cannot have nor give.
it sings,, smooth silky voice;
& asks nothing more, than to bleed
for you; no matter the choice.

「heliotrope,, honeysuckle,, bleeding heart.」