the night sky turns
sepia pink
onyx hair
on amber skin
I keep you
within
my swan prince
your fingers on my
water lily waist
we become
the very morning
you used to
bring me
one single dahlia
each spring
seven years since
I've been cursed to an
eternity in waiting
your mad queen
whispering
where have you been
where have you been
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 3:11 AM UTC
the night sky turns
sepia pink
onyx hair
on amber skin
I keep you
within
my swan prince
your fingers on my
water lily waist
we become
the very morning
you used to
bring me
one single dahlia
each spring
seven years since
I've been cursed to an
eternity in waiting
your mad queen
whispering
where have you been
where have you been
jan 19
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