Pale pink like the insides of a ripe apple
An innocent smile on a child's face
Eyes morph into those waves
that can lash against your face
Delicate orchids unfold
Someone rips it to pacify an unkept promise
When everything around ceases to exist
In that moment life begins
Inside
Serene
Tumble in circles
What would you like me to be today?
An enigma,diva or a mysterious corpse
Enough.
Enough now.
Plain,straight,pragmmatic
And predictable
I am the forbidden fruit.
Lethal but delectable
2 comments:
we are what we are.. :D
No!
I don't like pragmatism..
Please drift among the clouds and be a new someone everyday..
That ought to be the actual way of life!
And on a completely unrelated note, I have never seen pale pink on the insides of an apple ever! :-S
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