The woman made of flowers

Tue, 01/01/2019 - 15:17 -- Jayr213

As the sunlight touches her pale skin, little yellow flowers emerdged from her eyes.

Red roses would sprinkle themselves upon her cheeks.

Orange Poppys soak in her hair, brightening as the sun shines on her.

White Magnolias absorb her legs.

Pink Posies freckled on her dress with white Daisies.

She was the most beautiful woman i've ever seen, but all she was, was flowers.

She didn't know i longed for her to leave the flowers, but she never did.

She never left the flowers because i wasn't her flower.

I didn't make her think of Sunflowers, or swaying lavender.

She truly was the woman made of flowers.

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