She plucked his fingernails
gently out,
he loves me,
He
loves
me
not..
The pollen of love filtered from
everyone discarded..
Pulses raised with
each one
harvested.
The dander was sodden,
but still she needed to
know..
Does he love me, does he not...
And after every petal was gently
discarded,
You thought that the only way
to no was to cut the stem..
Looking to his surroundings,
a jar of nails...
How many had been planted here
before..
Like a daffodil popping off,
she was out cold..
He'd been like a seed floating in the air,
what some would catch to place a wish.
his was to land upon her jaw.
He fell,
the roots that bonded him fallen.
And he ran out in to the wilderness.
Floating in and out of consciousness,
but he was free..
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
She plucked his fingernails
gently out,
he loves me,
He
loves
me
not..
The pollen of love filtered from
everyone discarded..
Pulses raised with
each one
harvested.
The dander was sodden,
but still she needed to
know..
Does he love me, does he not...
And after every petal was gently
discarded,
You thought that the only way
to no was to cut the stem..
Looking to his surroundings,
a jar of nails...
How many had been planted here
before..
Like a daffodil popping off,
she was out cold..
He'd been like a seed floating in the air,
what some would catch to place a wish.
his was to land upon her jaw.
He fell,
the roots that bonded him fallen.
And he ran out in to the wilderness.
Floating in and out of consciousness,
but he was free..
