Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Z Apr 1
31
we are more than sinew;
i think of you constantly,
how we are of botany
the study of things that grow together

as i entwine with you
you call my name audibly,
my blush is my honesty
you say my freckled skin is feather soft

and i believe you because i always will
and i'll relieve you til you are fulfilled
until the spinning earth has stopped
rose Dec 2017
The way people perceive you isn't gospel
You're one of those flowers freckled alongside the highway
Always mistaken as a ****

— The End —