Sweet cherry on the tip of my tongue,
A melody that's never been sung.
Poetry that my heart pours out,
A fix i cannot go without.
An Ice popsicle on a summer afternoon,
First raindrop at the dawn of june.
You and me,
Sunflower and a bee.
You and me,
For an eternity.
Scanty shade under a tall palm,
The very top of a hill kind of calm.
Flush of water down a parched throat,
The fresh ink of a lover's note.
Skip of a pulse at the sight of your blush,
A cradle, soft and plush.
Strawberry and vanilla swirled,
The Cucoon of a world in a world.
-P
"Blow a puff of air and draw hearts on the mist,
Fuck making sense, I just want to exist."
YOU ARE READING
Eyes Bleed Gold
PoetryIncomplete history on century old stones, I decided to fill the voids with my own skin and bones. ...... Thoughts too complicated to say untwisted.
