#63 in #poetry - 24/Nov/2021 - - -
I have chosen to speak in routine rhyme time after time after time.
But still I stand surprised at all inside my mind that I find.
Be it good or be it bad,
I have been given words and ways to tell you that I...
Plants weave together to form puffy little pillows, Formed of poppies, passion fruits, and old crooked willows. They bloom in March, Before being drained dry for salty starch. Then as it would proceed, In April I was dubbed a fool and found myself cast far into the sea to bleed. When May next came into play, Out I crawled from the barren bay. Desperate, I laid my bloodied head to rest. But there was nothing left but thistles tearing out tears and putting passion to the test.
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