Soft gazes,
blind fingertips,
crooked smiles,
crimson cheeks;
cheekbones high with something inexplicable.
Happiness melding with the slow notes of hope, perhaps?
Something ribbons and flits in the air-
it's sweet, bitter but enchanting.
I'll inhale it infinitely.
∞
Let happy seep into these starved veins.
Fill this empty, empty heart,
please
?
Fun fact about the girl who wrote the poem:
She loves black tea.
No milk, just sugar.
I hope you enjoy this lovely readers!
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