his cheeks were tinted pink
like my fifty cent bubblegum
the corners of his mouth
were turned up at the edges
his hair was filled with daisies
like the bouquets i've always wanted
there was always something that i wanted
but this time it smelled like pink
although he wasn't an "it" like daisies
he was someone who chewed his bubblegum
a little too loudly, its wrapping torn at the edges
filling up the empty space of his mouth
beautiful words would exit his mouth
like the poetry book at the thrift store i wanted
it was bent at the edges
yet the fading cover, was still tinted pink
used as a bookmark, was a stick of bubblegum
drawn on the wrapper, were doodles of daisies
what beautiful daisies
and words written like the ones from his mouth
the stick was the same bubblegum
he chewed and i wanted
it's soft color of pink
accompanied by it's sticky edges
i searched the books edges
for riddles of daisies
parting my soft pink
lips, that surrounded my mouth
"is this what he wanted?"
i pondered aloud as i chewed my bubblegum
i saw him again, and he offered me bubblegum
his hair was sun kissed at the edges
for him to notice me, was what i wanted
he gave me a bouquet of daisies
words meant just for me, left his mouth
and i too, became pink
for pink, was the color of our bubblegum
YOU ARE READING
3 A.M. Dreams
Poetrythe flowers in my mind are sprouting to life, waiting to be picked and planted on a blank notepad. where they will then blossom into a poem. and wilt into your emotions. { i do not own the cover photo or any photos used in this book } • • • [first i...
