Basking in strawberry moonlight I look upon selene And see your face The air catches in my throat I'm captivated by your grace The thought of you Infectious It lingers in my mouth Your taste Terrifying and terrific Terribly tantric Tumultuous an tempting This tempest A torrent tearing down my walls A Tsunami Leaving bare my soul Is this true Is it you My goal...
I could never finish writing off your name, with your strawberry scent vibrating towards mine and your hooded eyes that covers the wrinkles and your cheek dampens when you crook a smile, I could never stop writing you.
Maybe I was just drawing a thin line with heaven and a tightrope with my eyes close and hell bent towards the unending loophole of my forsaking fantasies, I guess I might stay here. There was something about you that I cannot forsake nor repaint with foreign colors and another texture — you were as a majestic being in my lucid dream.
That even though I cannot recount my fingers one or two or five or ten, I can picture the deepening hole of your dimples whenever you give the world another unbreathable cheeky beam and I sulk here, waiting for another neon glow of that majestic world in my dreamlike prophetic future.
Something told me it was you. As I bear witness another beauty in the realm of my alternative home, maybe then, peering at the sky while I was on a tightrope is worth every penny of sleep and drowsiness gulping another 90's wine.
Wrote this waaay too long ago. I just turned 21 this month. Still not fine, doing a little better, improving and growing.
lavender, lilac, and strawberry I taste energy like yours rarely make my cheeks redder than cherry you have an essence, it is a blessing you taught me lessons, such a blessing I thought I was unlovable you showed me the contrary make me sing like the giddy canary was too used to solitary read my feelings like a library
Little things could turn the world like knowing your favorite coffee and on how I could easily notice you on the way you laugh. I know how strawberry ice cream tastes different as it looks better on your lips.
One time, we went on a secret room, I would love to be with you in that place because you are the first one I took there. Inside, there's a lot of mirror reflecting each side of your delicate and beautiful skin.
As I watched you glimmer, you are so amazed of how much I keep that place just for you.
And little did I know that you are looking from afar though, I only fix my eyes on you.
And there's an another cup of strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two.