my nose feels unusual, that's how I know that the seasons are changing.
i disfavour spring and summer, but when fall and winter rolls around- i'm undoubtedly enamoured.
i personally classify with the days more- unlike excruciating heat or the overused way to describe spring as floral.
the main accent, an addictive blend of alluring jasmine.
your left handed scar is non doubtfully lined with pure vanilla blaze, meanwhile your right soothes me with veins of rose-
i bloom by yours only,
embraced by you and your floral daze.
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my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
