orchid midnight
my heart's flower for you isorchid midnight.
yet such floral is parasite.
cut thy root,'tis love let loose.
never me hold you flower, grow unto thee.
orchid midnight
finally free.
tyke
orchid midnight
my heart's flower for you isknight4696 commented on orchid midnight
09-09-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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