I don't know what kind of flower you are
But I like how you landed in my hair.

Dry, and therefore you must be lifeless
But saturated, vibrant, brilliant.
How can you be both?

I like your contrast
And I like how smooth the limbs you grow on are.
I like how you got trapped in me
And didn't really mind.
I didn't mind.

They say a flower in the hair makes a girl prettier
But you made me feel like more than a girl.
Natural
As in, part of nature.

Maybe your limbs were once a woman, too.