april : 3rd.
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your lips taste like nectar,
hints of crimson on your earlobes,
frenzied souls and glitter ─
running through your veins.
honeysuckle breath and curls so soft,
do they know how the stars align to the rhythms of your heart?
or are they oblivious to magic?
your eyes gleam with hope,
orbs charcoal black
rose scented skin ─ supple,
sun-kissed elegance.
oh honey, tell me if
i should walk away or,
allow my heart to bloom like
the dandelions?
── efflorescence.
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a/n : idk what i am writing. :')
YOU ARE READING
paracosm | ✓
Poetrybut you see, there is a graveyard in my mouth, filled with words that have died on my lips. © 2020 mia ruby jane | all rights reserved [ a poetry collection ]
