Me

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Boston, Massachussetts, United States
I'm not limited to the blank canvas I was born as. My life is an eclectic melange of vivid colour. I float in a sea of multifarious musings, ranging from worlds of lime green skies and copper stars to winged objects and fairy dust. I am the flirtatiousness of cherry chap-stick, the depths of the cerulean ocean and the violet skies of Monet. I am the brooding dark green of dense foliage, the crimson tint in a blushing girl’s cheeks; the purple of bruised limbs. The complexity of my thoughts keeps evolving, I grow and shrink alternately. I cannot be contained or restrained. The French language is my drug and acne is my worst enemy. I laugh a little too much and am a romantic in the extreme sense. I’m likely to steal the stars from the sky, but my aims remain grounded in reality. I can’t be pigeonholed into a single stereotype, because all labels apply to me at different points in time.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

You


A song in my heart
Your name on my lips

A fistful of sunshine

Your scent on my fingertips


A fire in your eyes
The darkness of your skin
Chocolate, ebony, coffee -
Gone with the sin.

You know what this is.
Love.
The forever kind.

[ Picture Source: Strawberry Fields Forever by ~lyricaldust on www.deviantart.com]
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