I WAS A SHOPKEEPER,
a girl with her head in the sky, and a lonely heart in her hands.
he was a customer,
a boy who looked like he lived in the sky, with a jet black camera hanging from his unblemished, cream-colored neck.
he was of a tall stature, with sandy brown hair and honey glossed eyes. smelling of the crisp sea, the sleepy atmosphere became a faint mist that threw everything but him out of focus.
we locked eyes.
and not to sound conceited, or fool my beating heart, but i'd like to think i wasn't the only one staring.
gracing this no-named tower with a smile that glinted off every window, painted classically beneath the early morning rays: unfolding before my eyes laid all things beautiful, all things angelic, and all things i wanted / him.
the charming brunette always came
to admire the flowers,
and i always hid behind my counter,
to admire him.
he walked in stopping time,
and left me stunned still,
harvesting purple lilacs.
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purple lilacs / syringa vulgaris
— with an early bloom time, it goes by the color for which the flower is named.
meaning: first love
