flower crowns

and we weave flowers like precious secrets into

crowns of our destiny, fit for a king and a queen

(or a queen and a queen), and let their nectar

dribble down our chins, painting our fate with sugar

coated sweetness (and i brush her lips with

mine to wipe the dew drops when they kiss our

hearts with false promise)

in a family of hyacinths stained pure white like

halos around our heads, a pair of cerulean roses

blooms (bold in newfound diversity), born from

the roots of her garden (the garden that i had gifted

her on our third anniversary) and flourished much

stronger than its petaled persona

unbecoming at first glance (like the stamen weaving

our hands and fates as one), these shades of the

ocean are, popping out of the ordinary, yet their

boldness sprinkle beauty and elegance about our

halos

and while not ordinary, these shades are no longer

unordinary, but extraordinary

(if only the same could be said about us)

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notes:

wow i posted something decent without a one month hiatus. go me.