Everywhere we look,
There are sprinkles scattered across the sky
Marshmallow trees that tower over us
And grass made of fruit laces which
entangles us together, forever.
I pick a flower for you that smells like jelly beans,
Reminding us of our youth, our colour.
Strawberry-scented birds swoop around us,
Laughing and singing in angel delight while
blueberry bees buzz in return.
I turn to look into your chocolate brown eyes which
melt into bliss,
But beware of such sweetness as it can become
so sour.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 7:39 AM UTC
Everywhere we look,
There are sprinkles scattered across the sky
Marshmallow trees that tower over us
And grass made of fruit laces which
entangles us together, forever.
I pick a flower for you that smells like jelly beans,
Reminding us of our youth, our colour.
Strawberry-scented birds swoop around us,
Laughing and singing in angel delight while
blueberry bees buzz in return.
I turn to look into your chocolate brown eyes which
melt into bliss,
But beware of such sweetness as it can become
so sour.
I wrote this poem years ago and yet it's now become relevant to my personal life... who knew I'd be foreshadowing my own future?
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