How romantic are these peaches.
How romantic are these beaches.
On a Grecian island in the dawn of springtime;
The sun's energy bounces off the waves.
And I see you, your body fits perfectly into my rhymes;
Tanned, tall, destructive, mysterious like an undiscovered cave.
We get to talking about all kinds of things and eventually we make our way to our mother's maidan names;
And, for a moment, I could see myself fall into pastel colors; yellow, pink, purple days.
I didn't know honeysuckles grew here;
I didn't know your smile could rid me of my fear.
Eating peaches on the world's most handsome beaches;
And melting into one when all is said and done.
I didn't know San Francisco was your favorite city;
I didn't know I could wake up feeling dirty.
Eating peaches on the world's most romantic beaches;
No longer wasting time on a bloodline.
I've always felt a fixation with the trunk of a tree;
How, oh, how could it be taller than me?
But you are, and I still enjoy climbing trees;
I enjoy the challenges you hand to me.
What can I say? I'm a nature-lover at the end of the day,
And as the sunset melts like butter;
You ruin me like no other.
Best friends, mirror images, twisted minds;
Two youthful, damaged, former lies.
I didn't know daisies grew here;
I didn't know your laugh could rid me of my fear.
Eating peaches on the world's most handsome beaches;
And melting into one when all is said and done.
I didn't know America was your favorite country;
I didn't know I could wake up, with you, feeling free.
Eating peaches on the world's most romantic beaches;
No longer wasting time on a bloodline.
Silk white sheets rise and fall;
Like sugar on the rim of your tongue.
I melt when you call;
And my liquid form, to you, it runs.
And we collide, rock solid;
And, somehow, form a colorful comet.
How romantic are these peaches.
How romantic are these beaches.
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Yellow
PoetryYellow is a spring-like coming of age drama as much as it is a grief-stricken horror movie. It is a laugh-out-loud comedy and also the cause of your tears. I invite you to sit down on your favourite couch, curl up and while away your sunrises or sun...
