Oh darling, I think you're beautiful.
What's beautiful about me?
Your eyes are simply gorgeous.
Just my eyes?
No, your personality and heart are too.
What color are they?
You are yellow, extremely lively and bright, red is your body, and green is your heart, like branches on a tree it grows bigger and I grow more fonder of it everyday.
What about pink and purple?
Pink are your lips and purple, oh purple...
What about it?
Purple are the bruises upon my tattered heart in which you leave behind, in longing you, your love...
Oh... How quite painful.
Indeed.
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humans
Poetry"Being human means constantly trying to find the light." -Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett "Phases" (poetry written in form of journal entries)
