my friend lily was a soft as her name implied. she was a bubblegum princess. lilac breath and watermelon pink hair. often times i would imagine her with cherry lips and promegrante seeds laying on top of her belly waiting to be licked off.
she always had this certain warmth around her. black skin and even darker freckles. a vast contrast from her bubbly personality. there was always a ladybug on her fingertips and her eyes were as warm as the indoniesisan sunshine.
she never really saw me. she just sees me. i wanted her to know that i, too, can feel. at least give me something to bite down on when you tell me your leaving because life doesn't get much better than death.
☁
someone ik irl tried
the 'lightning in the bottle'
challenge. great.
