Thursday, March 28, 2013

force it out*

don't pick me flowers
I do not deserve the kind
cut and pruned, pulled away from where they thrive
keep them living, I'll stay alive.

don't buy me jewelry
these tokens I do not need
gold chains won't bring us closer
the size of cut gemstones do not prove loyalty.

take me outdoors
open these material eyes
let us lie upon that field of flowers
let us stare up at the gemstones of the night sky

*this is awful. I hope no one reads this.

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