Pedals

Suckling flowers gleam in the showering sun, absorbing it's helpful nature the pollen runs. Eyes met across the solemn crevice, green grass connect and holes left until filled by your powering smile.

Holding every pedal close taking in every dose, crying to its wilting hours. Nature lives till death but why do I feel dead already?

Pedals in hand my skin whilst leaving the feeling fading,

The Iris of blue used of its grey finding it's new shade. Credited for happiness my esteem lit by the candles Held to my hand feeling it's burning nature.

Beauty determined by its time, pedals held so much... time was but a matter of instances, compared to the matter of you my eyes track every second as you grow more beautiful energy released by astounding transition towering wilting bones, shaving it's black flecks to the floor.

Moving presumed bones as if strings cut from its unknown shackles, recognizing beauty as something to watch not follow, so I watch, in presence my eyes look nowhere else. My immortal beauty.

Released from the pedals to meet the glass of a vase, it's towering construct made to hold, an attempt to climb only results catastrophe. But willpower and desire tip the vase, spiraling into its ending free fall, release of any prison causes relief, as petals fall from the skin I realize my beauty, oh so beautiful.

Walking on and on, a path filled behind me, yellow petals flooding my feet, beauty almost blinding to the world. Reaching the destination of rest... my petals fall into hands and every dose is taken in and tears hit my wilting petals.