Plucked

quick poem

He looks at me like he loves me, his eyes an ocean blue,

I wish to drown in them but his words keep me afloat.

He’s so beautiful it makes my heart ache.

His kiss so soft, sweeter than honey.

His voice like the tide, harsh when ocean meets sand, soft when water meets the sea.

His hands as cold as ice, his soul burns with fire.

His veins filled with passion.

I’ve never met a man who can make bitterness taste so sweet.

He’s on my tongue, his name rolls off, rolls and rolls and rolls, and then it’s gone.

Suffocated by a kiss.

Honeybear, the love I always wanted.

The seed of trust now fully bloomed.

A virgin white rose.

You make the world peaceful.

You make my heart soft.

You make my past sweet.

A future you gifted me.

Honeybear don’t leave me.

Love, don’t pluck my pedals.

Author's Note

wrote this quickly don't care about grammar LOL