Hug me,
Till I smell like you,
The sweet hibiscus honey strawberry scent,
Melts with my sour lemon,
I've always loved bitter things,
So I was shocked when I fell in love with,
That fresh dewdrop smile,
The sweet rosy cheeks,
I turn away,
My sour lemon meshing oh so well with that,
Sweet,
Hibiscus,
Honey,
Lemon,
Scent.
You gasp,
Never expecting such a sour soulmate,
Hug me,
Till my bitterness melts,
Make this sour-lemon boy,
Turn to lemonade.
Hug me,
Until I am nothing more than an afterthought,
Of a dream.
A citrus soulmate.
Bitter-sweet we are.
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The Raven And The Crow. -A poetry collection
PoetryThis is a poetry collection of all the pieces I've written, if you're into poetry with emotion, take a read, and maybe give feedback!
