The lonely flower
among the grasses,
I found you a beauty
among the masses.
Your ebony eyes
took my soul a hostage,
becoming less than a human
more like a servant of cupid.
I am in peace
hearing your heartbeat,
your voice, like a siren
slowly sinking me deep.
Oh, it's scary
how hard I dance
in your grasp; in your tune
I am a puppet of love.
Seems like I inhaled
your pollens—toxic
I have fallen, even though
your red petals blazes.
Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 2:34 AM UTC
The lonely flower
among the grasses,
I found you a beauty
among the masses.
Your ebony eyes
took my soul a hostage,
becoming less than a human
more like a servant of cupid.
I am in peace
hearing your heartbeat,
your voice, like a siren
slowly sinking me deep.
Oh, it's scary
how hard I dance
in your grasp; in your tune
I am a puppet of love.
Seems like I inhaled
your pollens—toxic
I have fallen, even though
your red petals blazes.
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