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soft n sapphic

dreaming of goddesses, sunflowers and italian sunshine.

Message from Writer

every poem is a different style, leave me and my everchanging existence alone

the way you push down on your chest

November 20, 2018

and maybe a gold-tinged heart is underneath;
and the reason you reach for it
is because, just like mine, it aches.
not a painful ache-
an ache that's easy to cure.
so if you would 
please fall in love with me.
maybe then sunflowers will grow
in between your ribs.


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  • jengelman

    i like this

    12 months ago
  • Ruthh

    This is so beautiful :)

    12 months ago