she was demoralized typhoons in seventeen shades of merlot mania dining on his lavender moons and passionflower tethered lies. heedless violence and sanguine sacrifices in the name of fickle love. milk shores mourning for cursive kisses and falsified consonants from ravenous waves and liquid hearts yearning to devour her whole. she was the crestfallen rain on early sundays, chanting profane lullabies in vile voices against his wilting leaves aching with cinnamon veins and feeble souls.
he was dandelion suns radiating feigned rays amidst her jasmine tears. silly boy with his buttercup stained pinky pulling at the sliced corner of her crimson lips; sooner or later she would bite his pretty little heart.
a young maiden who had submerged a cherry wood chest pervaded with flamboyant lies and lemonade promises into a blue bayou- and he was the lover boy by her side, watching familiar sunrises of tangerine peels through drowsy eyes.
lascivious chlorine kisses until the committed catastrophe fades into the achromatic void she concealed from his flaming rain forests and daisy-packed back pockets.
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Poetrybanquets of succulent peaches in tin cans and pretty boys with passionflowers blossoming from their cuticles.
