03-31-2013, 06:48 AM
You once presented me
with a bouquet of chrysanthemums.
I had been angered by your decision
to pick such a cheap and common flower -
though pleasant at first,
they lost their petals quickly,
the young buds surrounded
by a tight net of waxy leaves -
like a shield
from the rich and honest soil
that had once settled underneath.
I had decided, that evening, to leave you.
Little had I known that her thorns
tangled and twisted amongst our shared vines,
snagged and snarled into our bonds.
You'll soon present her
with a bouquet of roses.
with a bouquet of chrysanthemums.
I had been angered by your decision
to pick such a cheap and common flower -
though pleasant at first,
they lost their petals quickly,
the young buds surrounded
by a tight net of waxy leaves -
like a shield
from the rich and honest soil
that had once settled underneath.
I had decided, that evening, to leave you.
Little had I known that her thorns
tangled and twisted amongst our shared vines,
snagged and snarled into our bonds.
You'll soon present her
with a bouquet of roses.
- Amy
(You wouldn't be surprised to know my parents did not christen me UnicornRainbowCake.)
(You wouldn't be surprised to know my parents did not christen me UnicornRainbowCake.)