AUTHORS NOTE: this was originally for a group project but the prompt was changed so here it is. I put more effort into it then just raw expression so tell me what you think! :)
I gaze upon the vibrant fruits.
A sea of colors, each one new.
I run my fingers over their skin and cradle them in my palm.
Quietly I beg them for their secrets
With eyes alone I cannot know
The sweet and succulent taste.
Or feel the juice run down my chin and cling to my fingers.
I gaze and wonder
What they feel like against my teeth and dancing on my tongue.
But for now the keep their secrets close.
When it comes to these sweet treats
The eyes are irrelevant.
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The Bitter Truth of Growing Up
PoetryA series of poetry written by me for personal expression as opposed to creating work to show others, but I thought I'd share it online so maybe someone will enjoy it. The cover is made with the wattpad cover app. Feel free to contact me!
