I harvested them in anticipation
That maybe they’ll bloom my life
Each petal could blossom into my creation
But it turned into a deadly dream at night.
Came down that way to plead the lord
That I stay his truly beloved
Gave into the belief that I took and forgot
Then your servant came and objected.
I could be so wrong
I’ve always been, of course
But there is a thing called pure innocence
Beyond what is sinful wickedness
The venom she spilled
All over my faith
But didn’t break.
Corpses of two alluring shades
One pink and the other red
I’m sure I won’t ever regret
When I left them by your doorways.
There is a very hilarious backstory related to this poem, I wish you can figure that out. Thanks for reading! -Anchal