Let the flowers crown your crown
with life, leeway, and lust
Let the blossoms crowd your crowd
in your mind, marked and mine
Let the starlight head your head
from dye, disaster, and divinity
Let the acetone guard your heart
because when it comes to breaking patterns
rhymes
and constancy
you seem to be
holy
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 12:56 PM UTC
Let the flowers crown your crown
with life, leeway, and lust
Let the blossoms crowd your crowd
in your mind, marked and mine
Let the starlight head your head
from dye, disaster, and divinity
Let the acetone guard your heart
because when it comes to breaking patterns
rhymes
and constancy
you seem to be
holy
