put flowers in my hair

Drink me.
Taste me.
Fill me to the brim.
Put flowers in my hair.
Whisper things that put me back together.

Stitch me. I’m withered hems.
Forgive my past.
Adore my imperfections.
Paint my soul lilac.
Cover all my wounds.
Grab my hands and squeeze.
Choke on my name.
Put me in a frame,
high above a fireplace.
In a ranch on a black mountain so high it brushes heaven when the wind blows.
Chase me in your sleep of humming gentle storms.
Burn my love alive.


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