all innocent
sucking bitter nectar
out of that straw of yours
trying to explain why I’d want your old pack of worries
just because you’ve been carrying them around on your back
I SAW YOU
pluck those petals off next month’s gossip tree
hang them under a withering moon
slink up the path,
knock on my door,
and try to talk to me about some kind of crazy potpourri
GET OUTTA HERE
Beautiful very powerful! ❤
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