hypersensitivity,
clichéd roses imaged him,
one she didn't like,
but loved.
extrovert,
bright sunflowers portrayed her,
one that she loves,
but hates.
extrovert,
bright sunflowers imaged you,
one that shies away,
sticking to the sunset,
the night
and
the rain;
one she thought wouldn't like her
and walk away.
hypersensitivity only gifted her clichéd roses,
until you became that certain sunflower;
dear he was everything she's not
and you're everything she is.
she's everything you are
and he still isn't everything she is.
-n.d.
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Poetryhis name is blue. he's color blue. he thinks blue. he feels blue. he's always blue. ©aloeverasie2017
