Wednesday | December 10, 2008

flowers.

I've decided to get a flower on the nape of my neck,
I don't know which is fitting. If I were a flower, I'd smell like warm skin.
laced with nag champa and pachoulli, left-over vanilla coffee, with vanilla perfume
underneath.

I'd never settle with anything less than I planned, always
wanting to be someones sunflower, bright and lanky in the summer air.
but, It's tolerable enough to be a tiger lily. Princess Tigerlily, but never the
girl who didn't get peter pan. Loving you fully, in a selfless manor, oblivious to
what you have to offer in exchange.

I cannot teach you how to love my dear, but I can show you love. Maybe you
would in turn grow from it. What flower would you be? Planting your seed delicately in
warm soil, next to me. What would the smell be on your neck? Would your petals be
soft hands texture? what color would you be? I always saw something so golden in you.

well.. its faery books, and cold weather.
I wouldn't mind settling for a nice cup of coffee, and a phone call.