your lips remind me of tulips.
maybe because you have two lips.
they bloom and explode with pinks and reds, begging to be appreciated.
now that i think about it, maybe your lips are like an apple, fresh and shiny, bright with color as you shout and sing with power, face shimmering with sweat.
or like a peach, coloured with muted pinks and oranges, as you laugh with your brothers, face bare and worries gone as you snuggle into your pajamas.
your smile makes me happy, kim seokjin.
whether they are accompanied by a corny joke or an equally corny speech, you never fail to make my heart flutter and dance with adoration.
YOU ARE READING
- cavern
Poetrythoughts are like wine, the older they get, the better they taste. but why does mine taste so bitter? -short stories and poems
