So with all the nice weather we've been having, little purple wildflowers have started blooming in the cemetery. Though this and other blossoming flora have been fantastic for my allergies, I still can't help but find them alluring.
You take birth for granted,
As if you were a weed.
And how much nature panted
Would not augment your need.
Why do you take your roots
On someone else’s death?
Your beauty so pollutes,
But I could lose my breath.
And how you sway,
How your eyes flow;
Purple in the day,
At night like snow.
How your eyes stare
As I examine your face.
You give a familiar glare.
Have we the same base?
Oh, unknown of fear,
Incognizant to die,
You really shouldn't be here.
But then again, should I?
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