we walked by an abominable summer,
leaves of envy, sharp blades grazing our legs,
unkempt, erratic, yet a new level of peace.
whilst the buttercups threw themselves against the wind,
revolting against a force they could not comprehend, our
fingers intertwined as palm graced palm.
rays beat our bare backs, no longer ghosts but so alive in
these fields. the lake, magnificent, reflected the work of
the sun.
lips met, smiles bounced off of one another. the trees
nodded in approval, or were trying to lean in to this
embrace. jealousy makes them green, ripened with envy as
i am when i hear of another slapping that grin onto your
face.
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
we walked by an abominable summer,
leaves of envy, sharp blades grazing our legs,
unkempt, erratic, yet a new level of peace.
whilst the buttercups threw themselves against the wind,
revolting against a force they could not comprehend, our
fingers intertwined as palm graced palm.
rays beat our bare backs, no longer ghosts but so alive in
these fields. the lake, magnificent, reflected the work of
the sun.
lips met, smiles bounced off of one another. the trees
nodded in approval, or were trying to lean in to this
embrace. jealousy makes them green, ripened with envy as
i am when i hear of another slapping that grin onto your
face.
