Its petals unfold
It retains itself in spite
Covered in pollen of gold
Against its consent it puts up a fight

The rain mixed with its hues
Petals turn a hue of amber
Not built for the muse
A captivating sight, a hidden chamber

The fresh smell encapsulated me
It dots my mind with soft memories
Oh how flamboyant and wondrous was she
Oh how the smell could hug me for centuries

Its potency erodes a painless part of the brain
It eats away the layers of fleshly emotion
Its poison streaming through my delicate veins
It rubs itself deeply like a heavy lotion
Its the hem of my church dress
Its the napkin on Christmas dinner
Its my bedroom walls
Its my journal with blurred ink and it only gets bigger and bigger