To pick you from the crowd, even though the potential’s high of a thorn’s greeting piercing me behind the failure run of a trial
This sight evolves in a origami of sacred geometry upon me from the ornate style of stellar ocean crossing through a cerulean isle
Poured into my eyes down ’til atop my heart slowly devoured, a blooming tea sprouts in every direction with my affection ready to drown
I’m at a lost exactly to the how, my tongue can be a venomous serpent with wiles as toxic as the one to close off eden from human lives
How do I ensnare a world with such a limited lasso of charm to be rewarded with its smile, a bijou of facets hued in midnight hour
I long to adorn the mystique of this flower, to know and permanently scribe inside what my hand yearns yet the briar denies with “ours”
This possession of my soul, to mark anew and to mar sentences old—my memories are pages with you being this enchanting designed floral
The key to this prison of a ribcage once like dried cement, finds itself being embraced by a divine prominence in the guise of a lush garden
The twisting of the briar surrounds me in sprawls, the only jewel lies before me—a urban flora like alina baraz pushing pass a city jungle
The expectancy of a flower depends upon its ability to adapt and flourish, and the one I reach for has already left me smitten with stars for a garland
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