cherry lips and hazel eyes, sky the same blush pink as her cheeks, popcorn clouds and the soft breeze. the tuscan sun illuminates her peach skin and her caramel locks. she is the embodiment of the wishes you made one too many melancholy nights. she is the mural artwork that you can't help but be in awe of. look at the november moon, it envies her vivid presence and the stars see themselves in her eyes.
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crimson
Poetry'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
