oh honey pie,
how i wish to write you love letters about hidden stories,
sprinkled with my versace perfume
and dipped in golden ink
i will spill the words like
they are blueberry vomit (gross)
scribbles of thoughts and sketches of
stories made in my
star-hidden mind
but,
would you write me a postcard too?
YOU ARE READING
Nepenthes
PoetryWander off in a nepenthes garden filled with big chalices to hide in, a world filled with moonbeams and peach colours.
