of bushes and spilt seeds

and so we

thought we
are just writing a silly
tale of the blue bloom
and the honey-hungry
bee

and so we

I mean I wrote
with sprinkled dusts
of jealousy while you
vowed to love me
the flower
only

and so we

let the days fall
like leaves of autumn
so bloody until December
wind knocks with
a bag full of
bravery

and so we

I mean you let
the tender beans of
love spilt out of
your quite
fickle mind but
so sure heart

and so we

I mean I
measured your
question with wary
and agony thinking one
day your words will
be swallowed again
yet we did
survive

and so we

after a long act
of beating around
the messy bush we
ran for the unknown cliff
and dove hand in
hand not knowing
how we will land
but here, we are
we did
survive

and so we

become a
we.

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01.22.2019
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