When we kiss our masks melt from our faces dripping black and white liquid onto the ornamental rug. Underneath the dull falseness, our faces bloom with the colors of a flower field. The passion of purple, the positive energy of yellow, and indigo, the fresh feeling of free expression of love. In the small treehouse blanketed in your embrace, we are exploring a new universe piled high with unknown colors. A new universe cannot be traversed alone. I extend my hand; you accept it. Together we let go of the only world we have ever known and we soar, we soar high above the mountains and clouds; we are free.
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13&18 and everything in between
PoetryFree verse poetry written from perspective of a high schooler freshman through senior year through all of the ups and downs of teenage years. Not fully edited so be nice lol
