(written while listening to akmu’s 200% omg the song is toooo cute to resist)
1-4-3 feels simple:
Like a blueberry lost
amidst the seas of pink tinted yoghurt
kept in the tight embrace of a glass cup;
fragile yet strong.
Like a cloud floating
leisurely above the cheery green pastures
as the height left a tint of fear,
overcome by the whispers from the
Like a paper crane kept
afloat by the taut arms of a thin string
holding on with the strength of a tightly
tied knot; the closest you’d feel
to empyrean happiness.
Like a lone soul falling
into a masquerade amongst
the mystique of celestial gems as the trek
rang wind chimes in your porch.
Like a composition of the
sweetest harmonies recorded below
the beautiful cherry blossoms
to be delivered with the inevitable
blush of cheeks and an
anxiously thumping heart.
“It must be love; 200% sure of that.”