his honeyed words were like
music to my ears.
the sun kisses his head, his freckles were like the stars in the night sky, his chocolate hair smelled like vanilla and his smile is brighter
than the burning sun.
summer starts with him in my arms, we run in the cornfields, the corners of his lips smiling, i stare at him, he was a work of art, a masterpiece, if he was a canvas, i'd fill him with vivid colours of oil paints.
he kisses me in the last day of summer. he says goodbye leaving
only the colour of his cherry
bruised lips and champagne scent
that resided in his tanned neck.
NOTE :
srry for not updating !
and this was slightly
edited uwu
