are not as sweet as the fruit. Then
I saw you. And my thoughts changed
from fruit to you. And I couldn't resist
the tingle of my lips. So I smiled.
It was the first time I've smiled
on the inside, for quite a while. But when
you didn't notice, and passed me bye,
my chest was hit with a Lapis Lazuli.
And I realized why I haven't smiled.
It's because you
chose to walk the other way. So my
thoughts returned to mango colored bruises,
which are definitely not as sweet as the fruit.
But when I look at one it tickles my lips
and makes me smile, and just for a moment
I want another.
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