across the flower fields,
a primrose made a promise;
to seal what's ours
and to knit our hearts.

in a mundane society . . .
you evoked a tinge of distant apathy.
people poked fun, people meddle, begone.
and i couldn't help but to stay and be friends.

you told me stories about being uncured —
a monster that manipulates your mind —
and we navigate this tinted fallacy, away from society.
knowing, life's moving in endless circles and  ridiculed symphonies.

we composed our song, sailed across the storms;
i admire you truly, that keeps me in constant  apology—
as this monster seeks to poison me.

you said you will go, faraway.
i held your hand and soaked my rivers of hesitations—
knowing without you, this world is undermined stupidity.
and i flinched, realizing i'm becoming a monster that keeps you sick.

i ran away, scared to be truthful with my identity.
people make judgements, people plot their prejudice;
i loathed myself, i earnestly seek my affection —
but this reality thinks it's a contagious allergy.

went to your home, to talk about us.
but what break me the most, you said you are well.
my heart shattered, colors muted to oblivion;
but you came back and said you lied and still uncured — being dragged by your home.

hurried steps, in the midst of chaos.
i trotted across the fields of hope;
finding a purpose, seeking a confidant.
and a primrose made its promise.

i picked three petals, sprinting towards you.
but as i went back, you submerged yourself;
in the isolation of tears that you secretly poured.
your heartbeat, frozen in time; my heartbeat stopped for a while.

my eyes will forever steam like a red sea.
and i smiled, tucking you with my arms.
loving you to eternity, embracing our identities.
capturing what's happiness, with a primrose's promise.