kiwi,
sun kissed skin,
like a gift plainly wrapped on a door mat.
you taste as sweet as a kiwi,
but the more i took you in,
the more you pierced through my tongue,
then you spread through my lips like a deadly disease.
it wasn't nice of me to do,
but i abandoned you
'cause i was beginning to be afraid that you'll hurt me entirely.
-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
