your soul has planted tall trees that grow
Up to the sky,
Branches as strong as the hope for a future between you and I;
These trees I have grown to despise
Because they are just as bright a green as the rim around your eyes
poop
v slow & just a little selective; always accepting plots, pls ask for aim.
He twines his fingers together and clasps them, allowing a pregnant moment of silence to pass. It was all about delivery. In the few seconds of pause he allowed, a small smile stretched his lips and he nodded to himself before releasing a loud gust of air and saying, “They were marooned.”
He blinks wide at her, purses his lips and; “Because they’re red and blue, so purple— but it wasn’t purple, because I guess they didn’t mix correctly, and—?”
