June

those dying sunflowers smell like June

i invaded the history of my cracks

i have learned to love the things i took for granted

i saw the ship sailed to the south

swaying back to the field of sunflowers

why do i keep smelling the sound of your voice?

reaching out to me asking for june

did your perfume spilled and needed more of me?

i can see your eyes glistening like a diamond blade

i am not entirely sure if you’re relieved or terrified

did the sunflower hurt you with its thorns?

you live in a world where flowers are immortal

i asked for red but you gave me yellow

the sky fell asleep as your smile turns to despair

what did i see what did i miss?

everything feels so classified

the sky wanted to hide your tears but it collapsed

my love, i see right through you

it’s a tale of great tragedy,

how your soul slowly ravaged and forth come June.