we were drowning in the moonbeams
and being smothered by crimson roses
head in the grass
the sounds of crickets taking over our thoughts
feet covered in dirt searching for the cool sensations the earth can provide if you dig deep enough
dirty fingernails from burrowing them into the mud
"i want to taste the sunset and breathe the rain" you whispered to me
as tears fell down your pretty face planting flowers as they landed
"and i want to fly in the ocean and swim in the sky" you screamed to me
as sweat dripped down your flushed face
and spiders with ruby eyes and diamond legs sewed their quilts over our bodies
locking us into the ea
you don't need air by Olivia-the-Olive, literature
Literature
you don't need air
your words haunt my dreams
the river was made of stars and you dove head first in to the sky
comets were getting tangled in your hair making it shine
and you swam through the night clouds while i stood worried on the ground
scared about the lack of oxygen
but your lips stayed rosey
"you don't need air," you said," if you're already an angel."
and you flew
weaving in and out of the sparkling stars
hands reaching down
begging for me to join you
"can't you see that you're beautiful?" you cried, "can't you see that you've always been an angel to me?"
but my feet float a foot off the ground and already my lips lose colour
and my head
we were drowning in the moonbeams
and being smothered by crimson roses
head in the grass
the sounds of crickets taking over our thoughts
feet covered in dirt searching for the cool sensations the earth can provide if you dig deep enough
dirty fingernails from burrowing them into the mud
"i want to taste the sunset and breathe the rain" you whispered to me
as tears fell down your pretty face planting flowers as they landed
"and i want to fly in the ocean and swim in the sky" you screamed to me
as sweat dripped down your flushed face
and spiders with ruby eyes and diamond legs sewed their quilts over our bodies
locking us into the ea
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