Sonnet XCIXThe flowers on the table drop their leavesSonnet XCIX by ~Gilkinnilk
Along with rotten petals on the floor.
A tear for every petal as I grieve
But still you come and ask that I give more.
Your sweetness is the deathly stinging songs
Of these chrysanthemums upon my bed;
The sound is stuck inside my brain and lungs
Is there a way to rip you from my head?
And like the nodding of your head, the grave
Is beckoning for me to come and rest.
You want me to submit and to behave
And somehow you believe that you are blessed.
You want for me to smother you, but see
I own not you, yet somehow you own me.
what is even going on here
|Wow, so I actually surpassed my first goal! Thank you to everyone who commissioned be and donated UuU ♥ So, now I have doubled my previous goal as my current one! I may be opening up point commissions again soon, so keep an eye out ; )|