Not a day has gone by,
when the weather never changed.
The seasons bloomed all too well;
Sweet kisses from flower petals a twist in the stomach,
A twist of sweetness.
Heartaches and ice age right inside your eyes...
Right inside that pupil lies a story.
And in those eyes lies the wilted greens of nature
Within those eyes of nature,
Lies the cold gaze of the Northern Lights
Within that, lies the silver moonlight that
dances with the stars
Inside this moonlit eyes
Lies a sweet brown cinnamon
I longed to taste.
What lies between you might ask?
'The colors that have been mixed to build your perfection.'
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Kissed By The Unknown
RomanceA series of poems I wrote, from bullying, to mostly romance, to friendship, and to mysteries. It might be bad so bare with me. Mostly based on personal experiences.
