Arrow

Pull the pink silky shaft of this arrow from my heart Rip it out roughly rupturing both ventricles allowing the blood to freely flow from the ragged wound hot and red like lava venting from a volcano until I lie drained dry and dead for nothingness is the only bliss this world will let me know Burn my body into ashes to be spread over the soil somewhere that fate refused me the opportunity to go to fertilize the flowers there so they can sprout and grow blooming in a glorious show of colors my soul couldn’t see for love was never meant for me Maybe they’ll find their way into a beautiful bouquet upon her you'll bestow Perhaps she’ll wear one in her hair while posing for a photo