❝ the odd girl
with long dark hair
and blue eyes,
was as always,
sitting there on that
moss green worn
park bench,
under that enormous
old oak tree,
filling the world
with all its
chlorophyll
green leaves.
her eyes deepened
in the sea
of peach-colored peony petals
surrounding her.
listening to all the
little birds singing
lullabies
for her.
observing the newborn
butterflies trying their wings
for the first time.
drinking her
strawberry green tea.
thinking of you.
your messy hair,
your
soft-like-summer-rain
voice.
your old-fashioned soul.
because you are
as magical,
unrealistic,
fantastic
as this.
you are
the one tiny
little piece
missing in
her → right now ←
beautiful fantastic. ❞
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC
❝ the odd girl
with long dark hair
and blue eyes,
was as always,
sitting there on that
moss green worn
park bench,
under that enormous
old oak tree,
filling the world
with all its
chlorophyll
green leaves.
her eyes deepened
in the sea
of peach-colored peony petals
surrounding her.
listening to all the
little birds singing
lullabies
for her.
observing the newborn
butterflies trying their wings
for the first time.
drinking her
strawberry green tea.
thinking of you.
your messy hair,
your
soft-like-summer-rain
voice.
your old-fashioned soul.
because you are
as magical,
unrealistic,
fantastic
as this.
you are
the one tiny
little piece
missing in
her → right now ←
beautiful fantastic. ❞
Ⓒ linnea louse
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