I am only piled petals.
When you leave,
I become a twisting pretzel-
Can't you, pretty-please
Accept and just grow up!
Do not be seized,
allow us love.
I need you sturdy stem,
I am not only a sealed nut.
Stuck with icky phlegm
In the throat
Of the only man I love.
First (brainstorming) draft. I don't know how to turn off the feedback option, So any information about how to do that would be appreciated. As for the poem- I am not done.
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