The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
The tulips are strong this season
crimson curls at their petals dripping with sunlight
mirth and cunning as ever
I hated those clusters once before
that putrid smell of fidelity that would seep itself
into my pores
it made me want to hurl
I read once that he so loved a woman
that he drove himself off a cliff
Hooves stomping and hurdling through the air to bury
himself in the ground
Those red blossoms bloomed for him there
So fickle
But when I see your eyes light up
Those sparkling cinnamon orbs showing their
adoration for such creatures
I felt my heart bloom along with those bulbs