They wanted us to paint the sky with crayons, though we reached our palms to touch the soft dirt. Drying under our fingertips, green spurts pulling through their chests to grow out under the sky. The warmth from the suns gaze falling sweetly. Onto the flowers faces, yellow and staring. Seeds falling into our hearts. Eyes lingering for palms to touch. What eyes cannot hold, longing? Saltwater splashing on knees, soaked knickers and polo shirts . Sticky kisses, dripping vanilla cream. Strawberry lips, I remember thee. Daisy chains under a trees shade. A stolen secret, swept into the arms of youth. Summer came and went, watching butterflies fly away. Golden afternoons simmering into bliss.
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Poetry, Adolescents, Life
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Unread Letter
To my fake boyfriend, you know who you were. Why do I still think of you? The words you said to me- so sweet, sincere and kind. Or were they scripts you read to every girl? I catch myself off guard. My thoughts slowly return to you. I am so confused. I'm in a relationship with someone so perfect, they love me for me. Why do I keep thinking of YOU? A guy whom I texted, yet fell victim to? You called me "too clingy", "too far away". You didn't text me for two weeks after our first date. One I ruined by rushing too soon, too late. I met a guy who despite being 3000km away didn't want to let me go. We now date. Maybe it was just the way we kissed, how it felt so right? Did you feel it too? I'm terrified that if I say any of this out loud. I will lose the one guy who sees a future with me. Yet, maybe it was those brown eyes. Those darn, brown eyes. And now I'm crying, crying for someone I never had. Who has a keepsake of me, I hope you shall cherish. It's sad, because you didn't buy me flowers and mail them to me on my birthday. You didn't buy me a pandora bracelet with a loveheart charm. You didn't sleep with a stuffed toy, for me to sleep with. And hold tight. The Man I am dating did. To S, this letter is for you- all my feelings will be left here. I move on. To my future with B. I now realise who I truly love. and loved.
By Vesselostatsea3 years ago in Poets
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