warm honey ▸ poetry

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the blond boy slouched against the brick wall, a lazy smile crossing his face when his eyes found the frizzy curls of his brunette love down the street. she bounced towards him, her body practically buzzing with energy. he muttered a shy hello, taken aback when she placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss upon his jaw bone. his long fingers reached up to shakily touch where her lips had been, carefully memorizing the way it had felt; the way she had easily lit his heart on fire with the smallest amount of contact. he was so caught up in his own thoughts that he almost didn't notice the petite flower blooming from her gentle hand. there was a split second where he couldn't produce words. a million thoughts were running through his brain and his composure went out the window as he stood rigid, just gaping at the plant. he faltered, a shy grin adorning his face as he whispered, for me?

she nodded.

how did you know yellow is my favorite color?