I wondered
why her chocolate brown eyes
had never really met mine.
Perhaps because
yellow tulips
grew underneath pavements
in the wet soil.
Tulips
yellow as her shirt.
She was drawn to them.
And I have to admit
I've never entered
such a cheerful mind.
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Lost feelings. {poetry} ✔️
Poetry*** She carried unspeakable truths which made her shed tears sticky as bees' honey. So when we kissed they dripped onto my lips sweetly. *** collection of poems enjoy! 27/7/18-#2 in happiness😱✌️❤️ 10/2/19-#4 in youmatter
