And she let me strangle her
with pink petals and green vines,
wrapping curiously around her
perfectly tanned neck,
crossing every aspect of her
slow breath,
cascading in and out as
she inhaled and exhales.
The branches tangled in her hair
as the breeze put up it's fists,
threatening,
to blow her house down.
And I'm sure the pollen and leaves,
sweeping across her scalp like snow,
were no help in proving herself
a true lady.
They showed nothing but the childish nature
of the girl I've came to love.
So I'll pick her a flower
that she'll throw on the grass,
and I'll laugh-
because I'm so cliché. |