even in autumn
she wore flowers
in her hair
as if
they belonged
next to her beautiful
mind
like the daisies
belonged
growing within
the grass
she was an angel
in a summer dress
whispering
to me
her darkest secrets
like precious gifts
she spilt them
from her sweet tongue
into my mouth
and i knew
i would
never again
go hungry
as i ate
every
single
one
I need to write again, i feel it. In my chest, my heart. I feel it in the back of my throat. It aches so deliciously :)