oh, her crown's been dipped in coconut oil, her thoughts/dreams are golden-orange and deep strawberry reds, her tongue sweeter than melting honey. it's the ardor that lies within the bosom of her features- her thighs, her breasts, her hips- so much so she treasures it. the air -God-inspired- sung its hymn and rose like a flower from the sodden soil. richly melanated with the specs of royalty deserved; the galaxies kiss her feet on every celestial path she floats.
oh gravity, thou a heartless bitch, for she will never come down from whence the stars she came.
she'll always be the chosen one, even when you fail to choose her.
happy birthday, baby girl.
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first, THANK YOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU. I LOVE YOU ALL AND I DON'T CARE IF I HAVE NOT MET YOU IRL, GOLDEN PERSONALITIES SURPASS ALL. I LOVE YOU.
and yea, i'm 18 today- and lol i feel more like a child than anything but yea. i actually achieved my goal on finishing this book on my birthday and here i am. all thanks to you. this whole journey was actually greater than i expected all because of you guys. i won't ever forget that.
until next time babes.
YOU ARE READING
{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )
Poésieshe had hoped to know who she was when blowing out her seventeen candles Ⓒ 2017, shoobari. All Rights Reserved sigh, ok : #26 [ 06 | 29 | 17 ]
