the way her
long, voluptuous hair
copiously
falls over her shoulder,
makes me think
of a fragile orchic
that shyly
opens
its leaves
to the world.
and its smile
is so desirable that
even the clouds move
away for the
sun to see.
***
twenty one pilooooots
ugh, i hate it when people blow their nose without using a tissue
YOU ARE READING
her deepest colors
Poetryshe shouldn't have gone. but it was that i was truly mesmerized by her colors, that i didn't realize she was f a d i n g.
