to her, he was sunshine

and she was mountains spread across their bed.

to her, their love was flowers

and the world was in perpetual springtime.


her flushed cheeks felt like they were being exposed to bright sunlight

so ashamed of herself, yet so ecstatic about being with him

he made her feel like she was beautiful, and he didn’t even try

his fingertips tracing down her spine, touching her bare legs

legs that were so tired from running away

were finally resting, and so was she.

she felt protected in his arms, so tender yet so strong

or at least strong enough to hold her body,

the one she always felt was way too heavy.

DATE: Dec 13 2012

TAGGED: personal. pseudopoetry. lol WHY do i even try. that was terrible i'm so sorry.
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