Strawberries

Eyes green, sprinkled with freckles, Soft strawberry hair, Belonging to a baby face One that's so perfect, will always be a dream. When you wake up, your eyes can no longer gleam. I once loved strawberries Their smell, their taste. I soon loved him, and his strawberry taste. His presence was calming An aura you couldn’t ignore. And his heart bleeds with kindness, Rotting his mind that’s so pure I can no longer ignore his lips that now taste bittersweet, Leaving lies to dance on my tongue in a hypnotizing beat His touch now burns, it’s comfort now gone. Somehow he still leaves strawberries, That will forever linger on my tongue.