There ain't nothing as sweet as a girl that's just fallen in love
Sweet like Sweet Alyssum or even a Rose, I'll tell you that
Her supple cheeks remind me of tinged rosy tulips
A smile that creates slight dimples beside her warm lips that turn into velvet for him
Lashes on her eyelids waggle ever so softly like corn-cockle
Them brows boldly resemble the centre of Black-eyed Susans
The crinkles at the corner of her daisy eyes tell just how much she thoroughly expresses her heart out
Hair that speaks curvy volumes of the thoughts left high and dry on her mind
Poppy red lips as lethal as the opioid itself yet he survives after each kiss
But the folds on her lips taste like strings in honeysuckle
Her scent is a synesthetic blend of colours and vibrations; moreover nostalgia
An unapologetic rebel rowing the city at night with the tattoos of an old soul and the energy of a girl given new freedom
A squint that gleams the brown of her eyes to an unexplored point of vast infinity
You could see the grandness of the space when you look into her starry deep eyes
Full of colour but you can only see the black void in those fathomless windows to her soul
Oh my word did he leap into her blackhole of a pair of unplumbed eyes
The woman knows how to calm her stormy mind and his
Spinning in circles in her Sunday best to the best jazz she knows
Her songs remind him of the sweet nothings they never shared
She writes and sings nonchalantly of their time together thinking that
There ain't nobody as overwhelmed as a girl that has just fallen out of love
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My Poetry is You
ПоэзияThis is a collection of free-verse poems that I am currently writing on the people I have met and have yet to meet in life and about the humane feelings and psychology. This miscellany of writing will slowly cover almost all aspects of life that I...
