*door slam*
'are you okay?' -i askedthe freckled prince cried and screamed till the very last breath emptied his burnt lungs
A drop of ocean found her way between his walnut-colored freckles and he just couldn't stop;
until the prince fell on to the ground with his cold knees and a
shattered heart like he was fragile glass
'i don't think he's okay.. i could feel his breath stop and his roots get cold and pulled out of the ground like a weed. like he was pulled away by the universe and your flesh was ripped from your heavy bones.'"i am fUCKING FINE!!" -he yells, so loud i could feel it between my lips and all the parts of my thoughts and shimmering soul
"no darling, you're not"
the freckled prince went soft
like a puddle of puppies and ice cream drops
and like the puddle he was; he just melted
like he became the ocean itself and
i couldn't bear it anymorei pulled him by his golden locks and swept him around like a broom-
filled him with midnight kisses and a bit of magic
"can you just please, pretty please one day....love yourself a bit more?
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01. poppyseed
Poetry🌾 about people, little moments, bumblebees, universe and made-up words