Comments about lucy elms
Please Do Not Take This Beautiful Spring Flower In Which You Have Given Me
Not now, no. Not after all this time. I can smell the roses in the field, brushing my golden curls back with your white porcelain hands. Cold, they were, but I kind of liked that feeling.
It grew upon me, just as this flower has blossomed over time. Please, I’ve nourished it with all the love you wanted me to, please don’t take it now.
Screams won’t help me now... Begging won’t help me now. i can feel the flower withering over time. Ah, yes, it won’t be long before the leaves drift to the ground. I don’t want them to. But you see, I have no choice in this do I?
Time has passed, ever...