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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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