Magenta gown - flares in the stream of a August breeze.
Petals aflow in the grove
that looms on the edge of the seas.
Sweet oleander and the starshine of unease.

Nerium spawn - wade in the flames of afterlight.
Leaves aflow in the grove
where bewitching toxins invite
sweet Pythia and the citadel of night.

Still wandering upon pathways of doom
where the laurel of madness is first to bloom.

Magenta gown - stills in the dark of a dawning sun.
Stamens aflow in the grove
as the shadows of memory are overrun.
Sweet island, the sacred threads are undone.

Her favorite flower is a sun flower, while mine is nerium oleander

One is with warmth and happiness and longevity, while the other can **** you

Her heart glows brighter then the afternoon sun while Mine is as dark as the night sky

Her soul dances like a burning fire, while mine is sitting in the corner.

Her and I  are vastly different but we still seemed to fall for one another

That's until she kept getting upset at the way I was  that I didn't talk much or not at all
thrive in conversations while I thrive in solitude

But wait tell you’re standing in front of me all of the darkness seems to fade
My heart calms , you can see the way my smile curls at the ends of my lips just by looking at her  I didn't have to wash my hands after she'd hold them

But now I live so far that The only way I can see her  is through a screen so far that I can't touch her or kiss her lips

Now she didn’t know what to feel and I press my lips  against  the one thing that will **** me