She was a mango,
C u r v a c e o u s - yes, but
Sweet
Soft
Delectable.
She was a mango.
Her golden skin
Freckled
With the scars
That make her unique.
She was a mango,
And I couldn't wait
To peel her bare
And drink in
All her secrets.
She was a mango,
And they rejected her
Because she was big
(She was big because
Her heart was big
And I would use the seed
To plant an orchard
Of trust-laden trees.)
Fools, I say,
I would not waste a drop, or a minute.
She was a mango,
She came only for the summer;
I can't wait
For the sweltering heat
To prick me again.
~*~
Image credits: Mike Smith (Mikesrealart.co.uk)
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Hi guys!
I love mangoes ♥ I wrote this after summer had ended and I was having a mango withdrawal and somehow it ended up being about a person. Do you know a person who reminds you of any fruit? Tag them in the comments and tell what fruit they ressemble and why! The most interesting answers will get a surprise! ;)
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