CHAPTER : 9
PRETTY
he was a pretty boy. with curly
hair drenched with the colours of
the earth, almond eyes where little
koi fishes swim around his teary
orbs, cheeks tinted with water
colours that smelled like heaven,
and those plump lips of his are
painted with crushed cherries
making it sweet as if nectar was
dripping from his mouth. he fills
my soul with uncompleted proses
and stolen memories of wandering
souls, he likes to swim in the
cloudless night skies with his star
dust covered body. sometimes he
would weep under the willow
tree, he cries ambrosia tears and
honey. he is my boy, and he is
beautiful.
