Sep 2018
Potted in soil that nurtures naught,
With petals of suede
Whose shade changes at a touch,
All in a state of forever bloom atop an ungrowing stem.
These petals don’t fall,
Lest it be plucked from rose.
These stems don’t grow,
Yet the inanimity gives immortality.
Stagnant.
Never growing,
Never dying,
Never living…
With petals of suede
Whose shade changes at a touch,
All in a state of forever bloom atop an ungrowing stem.
These petals don’t fall,
Lest it be plucked from rose.
These stems don’t grow,
Yet the inanimity gives immortality.
Stagnant.
Never growing,
Never dying,
Never living…
Yeah i know ungrowing and inanimity arent words, but you got what it meant.Nobody said I couldn't add some words of my own.
