I’m not sure where to start,
I’ve never written anything that rhymes; I find them pointless, and honestly, a bit childish
I guess it is childish, though, to attribute such fantastical elements to a friend
Is it childish not to care?
It’s in the quirk of your sudden laughter,
It’s within every careless twirl of your summer dress
It’s in your secret whispers ‘They don’t know about us’
That make me question everything I’ve ever known about love
I can’t help but compare the concept of romance with salt and pepper;
A black and white pinterest board, ‘love doesn’t matter’
I can’t help but imagine a victorian setting; secret scarlet letters
But the moment I look at you is the moment it all shatters
Now all I see are cotton candy skies
Every step closer, electric;
An innocent glint in those dark, chocolate eyes
Everything I had seen - slanted, romantically
Now symmetrical imperfection
It’s unfathomable how something forbidden
Could romanticise romance
Something already so desired and delicate
Wrapped with utmost care; a floral bow on top
I see colours apart from red, pink, and purple
I see the point of it all, I see what they mean now
I see the serene in your chaos
When the sunflowers smile.
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