Jade eyes mirror the budding stems of springtime as she breathes in the cleanest air of the year. Ungraceful, nimble feet dance between flower paths in spirals with the flowing breeze.
Taylor adores the spring.
Her lips tinge peach in time with the tulips, and her breathless laughter vibrates through the milky daisies and evergreen pines. Roses are not her favorite flowers as she thinks they are such a plot twist.
Taylor doesn't know though, that she is the same.
Shall I compare thee to a mid-spring's afternoon, where the warmth of a happy sun smiles down at your sensitive skin, and the greenest blades have the freshest dew drying off; peaceful, inviting, home.
In anger and hurt, Taylor becomes like the fall: unpredictable. Even still, you can't get enough of her
Her hair reeks of cinnamon and her lips drip red, subtly matching her emerald jewels (or eyes, as she calls them). The sight of her wet hair clinging to pale milky skin sets off the calmest storms in her wake (but she never will know)
Innocence and kindness, her signature scents, will never wash off for as long as she lives.
Taylor is an engima, nothing in this bleak world shines as bright as her soul.
Dedicated to tayraearm in honor of her birthday which was two days ago. I didn't forget twinnadonna, I promise. I just have been to selfish to get out of my comfort zone of sadness.
This poem was written specially for you bubblegum, I hope you enjoy it.
I love you so so much. Happy SS♥
YOU ARE READING
wordlings
Şiiri like words. so i write them. now you have to read them. cover by -daisukii
