Peonies are pink,
your words were unloving,
Much like a rose,
you were deceptive and cunning.
Upon embracing your beauty,
my tender flesh was transfixed,
and as my ichor seeped out,
I began to go limp.
My precious petals wilted
and flit unto the ground.
Back to the earth, for your roots to redound.
All of my love and all of my spirit.
I will leave to you,
my darling.
My dearest. ~
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
Peonies are pink,
your words were unloving,
Much like a rose,
you were deceptive and cunning.
Upon embracing your beauty,
my tender flesh was transfixed,
and as my ichor seeped out,
I began to go limp.
My precious petals wilted
and flit unto the ground.
Back to the earth, for your roots to redound.
All of my love and all of my spirit.
I will leave to you,
my darling.
My dearest. ~