by yellowoftops

Mullah, Neekmar, Madrassa, and Field

  Poppy, just look at how you treat me.
  You’ve gone and melted me again.
  I will fall right through these cracks if I’m not careful.
  I will suffer your consequences over and over.

  Boy, I started in the desert,
  The only pretty thing around.
  Then the Neekmar came to find me,
  He cut me from the ground.

  I bled to make you happy,
  Was crushed and brought to life,
  The most potent ancient remedy,
  Carved from beauty with a knife.

  I have names both Pink Chiffon and Malalai of Maiwand,
  I am the bringer of sleep and dreams that forever may go on,
  Gaze upon my body and ask why I exist,
  I’m here because you brought me.
  I’m here to grant a wish.

  I’m your poppy blossom lover,
  I’m a part of you inside,
  I can sweep away the darkest storm,
  Give you solitude to hide.

  I can end your pain and madness,
  And replace it with one need.
  Find me when you want me.
  I’ll be all yours to bleed.

  Poppy, now I’ve found you,
  I have no second love,
  I’ll bleed for you and then you too,
  Can silence calling doves.