Can my vanity turn me into a tulip I wonder?
Have I misunderstood a fable as a fact
A myth as an aspiration.
I beg to be released from flesh and thoughts, into petals I ask.
No. There are no myths nor magic so
Enough! I turn to science and
Demand to be reformed
And if fantasy won’t let me, perhaps science will and
No more bruised and bended knees but
Did I not ask well enough?
Why can I not pass through winter as rot
Indifferent to time?
Then spend some days as beauty in
Heat, in
Earth, please.
Remember not my voice, not my face, not my body, not my self.
End me wholly each year but let me.
Doom me solely each year but let me.
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 3:51 PM UTC
If I loved you more like grace did
would we have made it?
Hey you, guess we're talking again?
I can't say I understand where this came from.
Me.
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC