hey you,
shall we bloom together?
and shall we let our tiny, little sprouts discover the air to feed our lungs?
shall we weave our roots into the soil of the ground, until we are tangled
tangled with our little circle we live on, tangled with the roots of the star-speckled universe?
we should tangle, tangle together in each other
until all we can hear is the little rhythms of our bodies, the lovable veins pumping red drops into our not-heart-shaped organ?
we should share the seeds we grow from, water them with teardrops of sweet, happy moments we could create
we should paint each other, let our routs grab the deepest veins of our souls, let our souls dance together, tangled as wildfire
shall we paint poetry in each other's hearts, carved deeply in the core of our tiny existence?
shall we be each other's medicine, dosing ourselves with the sweetest drug called love
hey you,
shall we give each other a tiny blob of blood and love, a tiny blob of each other's souls,
a big, kinda real big, rhythm pumping from our not-heart-shaped-organ?
shall we actually, very deeply into the core of our sprouts, fall in love with each other?
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01. poppyseed
Poetry🌾 about people, little moments, bumblebees, universe and made-up words