Blushes appear on my face when I see you.
Flushes all away when you notice though.
I don't want to seem suspicious to you.
I may become capricious with this love I have.
You are the perfect flower that I will never have.
I am too sour for thy love.
I stay loving you even if it's pointless.
At least my red-beating heart is voiceless
- February 15, 2019
(Edited: March 2, 2021)
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Prismatic Poetry
PoetryA poetry book containing poems written between 2018-2020. The poems were originally written and used by me as Instagram captions for my turtle's account, @maxxloniatheturtle.
