Seasoned
She's sunny days and bright smiles
May scented.
Beautiful.
Dimples and skyblue eyes.
She feels like life,
Sweet whispers and loud laughter,
Bright words and a sunflower complexion
Following the sun
Clockwise and simply complex
Shadow dancing 360 degrees.
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She's lazy breeze and flower forests
Lavender calming soul
(Attracted bees with deadly sting. She didn't mean to)
She's honey flavoured.
Happiness in a packet
Sunshine spilling from her fingertips.
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She fell in love with the angry boy
Hard eyed.
Forsaken.
moonshine hair and wild ways.
He was a cold day,
Razor tongue and self-hated,
Marble mask with a hammered-to-glass interior design.
A riddle for a character
Too many secrets to share.
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She had more under the happy face
A lick of determination
Breaking him apart
Acidic tendencies eating the pain(t) away
A bucketful of raindrops and opportunity rays
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He called her a fool for falling
For trusting and helping and sparing him.
His stormed ideas and freezing realities weren't her world
She-Didn't-Care.
He was all sarcastic jokes and lonely days.
His glass wasn't only half-empty, it was chipped and nicked and cutting.
She was all soft smiles and understanding ways.
Hers wasn't only half-full, her water was full of vitamins.
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They lived in a hard word to understand.
(Why would SHE choose HIM?)
He would look at her
Though eyelashes and sad days.
Wondering (hot eyes watching licking lips)
Why did he feel like making her laugh?
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Rain clouds and sun rays
An oxymoron relationship.
He watched her though puzzled thoughts
(Some pieces were missing, it seemed)
And felt her energy under her palms.
She was New Beginnings, turning leaves.
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He observed her with melancholy eyes.
Some things could never be changed.
She was Spring in a butterfly kiss,
He could see it in her constellation expressions and open-paged eyes.
She was Spring in a sweet footstep,
For only spring would be foolish enough to follow Winter…