i absolutety love your garden
how everything fits perfectly together,
the pink Camellia's you've planted in my lungs
the purple Lilac in my heart, being accompinied by some Sunflowers
how you've perfectlly tended to the Primrose in my brain.
the rainbow assority of stocks in my eyes, leave me not wanting to look away
alstroemeria sprouting in between the moments, not planned but very welcome
and all the little forget-me-not's traced along my skin
if i made a boquet from this garden, it would be a color clashing mess
the yellow of the sunflower not mixing very clean with the primrose's. the wide assortment of stocks making the lilac's disappear
confusing and understandable to others eyes, a mess
but even so, i have a soft yearning for it,
to put it simply, i love your garden
YOU ARE READING
ｗｈｙ ｄｏ ｉ ｔｈｉｎｋ ｏｆ ｙｏｕ？
Poetry𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦... so... guess I'm writing stuff like this now, these are just small rants about undealt romantic feelings, and a small heart wrenching crush so this might get angsty... also...
