𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

yaznjazlina

she speaks like london skies
       when her voice slices through,
  sweet as strawberry ice cream
         but it does not stop her from putting
  the cherry on top making three names in one.

    love unrequited aches,
          pink filling her lungs
and her magnificent mind corrupts
             her vision with cherry blossoms
    and she now coughs up each picked up flower
psyche altered with each rose bloom.

  the windows she call her eyes dipped in coffee
            stares out on the world with
              both compassion and loathing
     for it's such a beautiful place.
          she doesn't reach the top of the trees
   but she doesn't need to
           because the pink skies glows
in her dark chocolate hair,
             reflecting the mankind's doing
        in this world she calls her home.
   her words paint the room,
       a prismatic display
  laughter etched in each face.
         golden light emanating from her,
   open the curtains
            and let the show begin.

15 candles dripping wax,
          cake saccharine sweet
sugared teeth and honeylaced breaths.