Idyllic sensations of fingertips gliding across unspoiled flesh
Kisses fill in the gaps left by words unspoken
Bright eyes meet and exchange heavy glances of infatuation
Souls clinging to the inexperienced adoration, praying it stays fresh
The luxury of hearts yet to be broken
Blooming lust like budding carnations
Petals flittering about in cold springtime sun
Flippant and apathetic about what the future holds
Never expecting to be crushed under the boot of a world-weary passerby
Despite pressure to crumble apart, the petals cling together until their lives together are done
The heavy feeling of eyes cast upon young lovers, bystanders recanting the most terrible scolds
Are no match for star-crossed lovers, too entangled in emotions to be pulled apart by outside forces, and too far gone to say goodbye.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
Idyllic sensations of fingertips gliding across unspoiled flesh
Kisses fill in the gaps left by words unspoken
Bright eyes meet and exchange heavy glances of infatuation
Souls clinging to the inexperienced adoration, praying it stays fresh
The luxury of hearts yet to be broken
Blooming lust like budding carnations
Petals flittering about in cold springtime sun
Flippant and apathetic about what the future holds
Never expecting to be crushed under the boot of a world-weary passerby
Despite pressure to crumble apart, the petals cling together until their lives together are done
The heavy feeling of eyes cast upon young lovers, bystanders recanting the most terrible scolds
Are no match for star-crossed lovers, too entangled in emotions to be pulled apart by outside forces, and too far gone to say goodbye.
A poem to describe the purity and happiness that comes along with being in love when you're young. I wanted the poem to also portray the young lovers as oblivious to the outside world.
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