the deep navy blue
contrasting with the sweet
taste of honey in my tongue
when your near
daffodils grow in my stomach
yet my vision clouds
with a stormy night sky
it's like feeling the gentle breeze hits your face
while listening to nails on a chalkboard
as if it was like the pattern of rain tapping on my rainbow
you're a mix of bittersweet that i just can't seem to explain
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Poetrya collection of heartbreak, childhood nostalgia, and the peaceful moments that come from simple things
