i'm in a field
of yellow flowers
wearing baggy jeans
and the sun in my hair.
my lips
taste like cinnamon
and honey.
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Meet Me in the Woods
Poetryassorted poetry inspired by nature, family and the life of a person who spends far too much time in her head. (sexuality, death and decay are alluded to or directly addressed in some of my poems. these poems are marked by "*" in the chapter title.) ...
yellow flowers.
i'm in a field
of yellow flowers
wearing baggy jeans
and the sun in my hair.
my lips
taste like cinnamon
and honey.
