daffodils

Ueca

Your eyes are white daffodils that flurry in the wind

As I stare into your pupils, I can see your petals flailing

Out like butterflies, and I'm not used to it

I'm failing to identify what reasons you exist because

Perfection is unnatural, collaterally unfathomable

It's always me that tends to be irrational, we're compatible

You blossom into my living room through cracks around my ceiling's roof

You remind me of the scared status of Wall-E's leather plant boot

The human race would find you in a thousand years in time

And cradle you, and name you after something like a famous wine