• Olivia Perez


The talk of the town, Pure, yet bold only to be Daffodil (Dandelion) gold. Sweet lavender lips That lead into the unknown, The rush of fresh love. Harsh to the touch. Trembling like a feather, Still I breathe you in... Both our hearts beating, I could embrace it, instead I choose denial. A dead soul who was In need to be revivied, Became a dead rose.

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