crisp hands on warm cheeks;
we are a pair of lovebirds
sitting in a red and yellow tree,
frost breaths of 'i love you'
between our rosy faces.
rustling of leaves and sheets,
desire tugging us like the tide.
we welcome each morning,
with a kiss and a kiss
and a kiss and a kiss
until skin-to-skin
sedates our starry eyes again.
YOU ARE READING
Lemon
Poetrythis is the story of a girl who's not so young anymore, but hasn't quite gotten used to being older. it's a story of looking at everyone else and looking at yourself and wondering "why can't i be happy?" it's a story about finding meaning in unexpec...
