(is this how a newborn
looks
at life?
vast unfolded skies of stars like mother's tiny silver studs
bright and unbound like mother's eyes
fresh and bubbly like mother's laughter
warm and welcoming like mother's arms
kind and cuddly like mother's thighs
sweet like mother's watery smile)
(oh how
I love to laugh
how
I love to smile)
mother taught me to live
mother taught me to forget
mother taught me to forgive
mother taught me to never fret
tears seem so juvenile
tears seem so weak
tears are such bullies
tears carved me hollow
(once)
my taste buds learnt to forget
the taste of my tears
my taste buds now crave for
pink smiles that spread my pale pink dimpleless cheeks
I hope my taste buds never learn to forget
the taste of
these pink smiles
my pale pink lips
love the taste of
so
deep
much.
_____
©VioletEden
5thAugust2017
p.s. was having fun with some editing, don't mind me.
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