*yeux | eyes in the french language
there lived a curved, yellow crescent-shaped flesh
one of the sweetest when ripest.
it had an everlasting, silent, unwavering gaze.
its peel would turn rotten,
a muddy almond brown,
never failing, never stopping depth,
deeper and deeper till she found the,
canary-white.
all the while it would vanish at a snail's pace,
there would be more pose,
disappearing yet again at an ant's pace.
all the while, it would gaze its pure unblinking *yeux.
foreign laughter heard by her ears only,
it's cacophony could still be heard amongst the cheetah's escape.
*・゚ ✦ hiya dearies!
I haven't updated in a while, well, as in the frequent updates trickled to none xD me is back now though! just been a bit under the weather but that's normal. my mental health is usually like that, I've gotten better at coping with it but staying on social media esp the light of my laptop/phone doesn't help so I try to stay away from my devices. I'm fine tho, dw! just stayed back from updating to give my eyes a break and my mental health <3
anyways enough about moi! If anyone hasn't told you this- me is proud of you! you go for existing today 😘💐
qotd: are you someone that did whatever your parents asked as a child? I gotta say I was one of those golden kids LMAO <3 how was this chapter? any thoughts about this poem? reaction/emoji's are always welcome :D constructive criticism is always welcome!~ sylvia ✨
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QOTD: "Be not afraid of growing slowly; be afraid only of standing still."
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