honeydew / no melancholy.

a poem.

Photo by Mae Mu on Unsplash

sitting in a field

pulling flowers

from their roots,

i rub the one

between my fingers

beneath your chin.

do you adore buttercream?

can you hear my heart scream?

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com ♡

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