If I am to temptation what temptation is to loyalty, then why must the safflower be so pretty, yet Dangerous?
Why must the smell -Of this prickly thing- be so alluring? Like Cooked flesh to the starving? Yet, it's poison flows just as quick. Who knows-
Of course, I wish to pick it- Clean? certainly not, but for the beauty of a single safflower? Nearly anything would suffice. With June 'round the corner, there be nothing left -but the hell that is life without you.
I do.
errrr we messing with some structures and such lemme know if this isn't great because that bottom stanza still looks WACK.