i can cut all the petals off of you,
as viciously as i please....
but what i will fail to accomplish is the pulling of your roots.
They've ran too deep.
and well,
the petals will all return too soon.
and quite frankly
i remembered every color in them, anyway.
close your eyes to the sun, and I promise -
the iris will still feel him.
cowardice
Apr 16, 2023
Apr 16, 2023 at 2:49 AM UTC
i can cut all the petals off of you,
as viciously as i please....
but what i will fail to accomplish is the pulling of your roots.
They've ran too deep.
and well,
the petals will all return too soon.
and quite frankly
i remembered every color in them, anyway.
close your eyes to the sun, and I promise -
the iris will still feel him.
cowardice
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