serendipity is scarlet
it smells like the roses that we picked from a bush on the day we met
tastes like strawberries, so sweet that i'll never forget
it sounds like the letter you read to me to show you're desire
feels like when we gathered around a warm, crimson campfire
it looks like the blood that rushed into my cheeks, turned them maroon
serendipity is when we met, both in red, not too late but not too soon
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a shitty poem that i had to write for my english class where i had to compare a color and a emotion :)
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trying 💌 poetry
Poesia𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ― 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 ©𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦
