“Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.” 
― E.E. s

(I imagined) Luhan and Yoona. 

Sunflower Stars for May.

it was august when i first saw her

and may when we actually met;

i reached her through broken chords,

the nervous stutter of fingers on ivory.

she asked me to become a violinist,

to entice notes from her ivory ribs;

 i tried, and now she says she'll be

beautiful forever (i still don't understand).

sometime in winter, when notes

become shaky trust just strong enough

to break heartstring barriers, she

tells me why she's half-shattered glass.

i come from a land where money and

talent don't mean nothing if you ain't

like them window china dolls, she

tells me, and i think she must be lying.

lying isn't something she can't do,

but listening is my A+  amongst a

list of my other B- personality traits,

and so for her, i try to ace this class.

her momma said she 'ain't pretty

no more'; she cries 'cos never found

out why,  and i wonder if her voice

was always this painful to listen to.

blossoms are blinking pink eyelashes

like it's not almost halloween, when

she asks me why she isn't good

enough for her