• Prolific Fruits


Updated: Nov 24, 2019

Crimson roses fell from the sky when our eyes met, Covering our feet in a red blanket only lovers could see and today, today we saw.

There I was, Losing myself in two brown sunsets with a ring of green trying to remind me to always keep my feet planted.

That eloquent curve of lip spread across your face.

I remember wanting to press my curves against yours to see if the colors matched.

So I did. They blended perfectly. Melted together and became glued, stuck, one.

You were mine in those moments and it took a sea of roses floating on ground for me to see what you meant to me.


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