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8 30
2022-09-02

Jealousy...
will not let any love story to grow, weakness the foundation of love with a strong blow, if I love you will surely trust you the most, let's bloom in spring like a colorful flowers in the row, one step at a time to respect and let this relation to flow!!!

1 4
2021-04-19

We fell with eventide, becoming torpid after hours of laughter over dark chocolate fondue. I was besotted with how rich his smile was. It carried no past hurt yet included all... 1/2

9 42
2021-02-21

The flutters before everything falls to the pit of your stomach isn't always bad. I learned that when I giggled over dumplings & you'd looked at...#LilLuvStory 1/3

5 42
2021-02-14

"I told her they were hills I'd like to die on," he said, eyes shadowed beneath shaggy bangs.
"Bummer. Should've said she's callipygian. Like an idol. That's a rock-solid compliment. 1/2

4 35
2021-01-24

The winter air had weathered lines on your palms and powdered the mounts like snowy hills—but I still saw home in them beneath amber lights as a wind unmistakably twisted thyme in my hair.

10 75
2020-11-29

We often pen our own poison apples & casually break napping yearling scars that should've left w/ the wind, leaving zealous scarlet markings in gaps where brooms send us leaves so dead, they no longer rustle. The notion that love is translational lets us be

4 63
2020-11-15

The weather is sultry as warm fudge on ice cream, the wind a messenger for baby birds crying in their nests, and my soul is ready to walk along these beautiful distractions w/ you. A w/ our world. 7

13 82
2020-11-08

The wicked don't need masks on Halloween. They wear one all year round & are often the monsters they verbally condemn. I'd rather sip on a mocha latte with extra foam while a melody plays omissions from censored media, watching couples pass by in matching costumes.

8 56
2020-10-25

The sunset crowned our heads, bright watercolours blooming and warring w/ one another. We drew rhymes on our palms until night came, wishes materialized, and I realized we were more than friends.

15 76
2020-09-20

The sunrise burst in a dragonfly dream, illuminating a lemonade sky where it floated until setting in a blackberry ocean in the west. He stood there, respect on his shoulders and ulotrichous locks kissing his lashes, having his own thoughts about it.

17 74
2020-09-06

Nothing dilutes a panther's grace. As leaves mess & turn with gusts, as zinnias blossom in honour, as milestones come & go—their energy will forever stay. That is practical in its own right.

18 64
2020-08-30

Love to touch her skin, purity of that mix with glow of her innocence, made me fell in love, first time when we've met, natural perfume flows on her skin, drives me crazy ever since, makes me love her more, to be mine for eternity

2 5
2020-07-02

If roses felt wanderlust amid what the rain & our jogging feet orchestrate, would they flee for submontane paths & their streams? Would they stick to hummingbirds who pollinate their gardens? A rose I could be.

9 43
2020-06-21

You weave a spell
reading poetry as I fall asleep
My head on your chest
rhythm in time to your heartbeat
Timeless verse a paean to our love
you ~ the auteur of my dreams






🎨 Melissa Huang

6 20
2020-06-14

There's a charm in falling petals that meet the breezes they twine with. I liked to sit on the bench across the road from church to watch days pluck flowers from their tree—a favourite catalyst for peace in a weary mind.

11 67
2020-05-17

~She's my blossom~
nourished her
with love
cherish everything
she has to offer
my sweet wine
is sensual
her body smells
like we're
in cherry orchard
swaying hair are
cool breeze
in the heat
indeed

0 2
2020-05-04

In the welkin
we walk
on the in between,
waking moon
and tucking sun
somewhere
beneath
our tootling feet.
A Sunday time falter
to help define
pulsing souls
who desire
no sound,
letting winds
brush
dancing breath
round.

15 53
2020-04-27

Onism is a chaos
within itself,
within you,
and beautiful it may be,
for you could be
one with another
on a Sunday morning,
kissing his, her, their
onism sea.
The breeze
is enticing,
blowing cinnamon
from your locks
to inhale.

12 64
2020-03-22

What mischief is this
In the morning's innocence
Winter thaws beyond my window
In spring’s newness you come hence
Absent passion thru the days
Undress me red & blushing in your sight
You're the love I've sought
In each lonely night



6 17
2020-03-08