oh my poppyseed-sweetheart
how i want to give you everything
every dandelion, every lavender-breeze, every blooming twig and every herb on this blooming blob of earth
let me take you to a winter-orange leave-covered forest and pick the mold from our dust-covered insides we call souls
and we can doodle memories in each other, share our tender dust-covered insides and twine them together in a basket of a certain feeling
i want to brew alchemy inside of you, our alchemy
that certain feeling I talked about is something amazing, something to make your lavender monday-morning a little better
a feeling that makes you drown in maple leaves, a feeling that leaves you with rebelliously thirst and sweet-loving honey
let's get ourselves a sunflower-filled apartment and drink some cheap wine out of paint-covered coffee cups
and let's keep all our museum and train ride-tickets and the handwritten love letters we wrote to each other
and let's live together and live in each other's dust-covered souls
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01. poppyseed
Poetry🌾 about people, little moments, bumblebees, universe and made-up words