No fillers

Synthetics

Or dying petals

Of long forgotten moments 

I want to smell the red roses

While breath fills my lungs

And laughter pushes my teeth forward

As the light brightens my eyes

When kisses cover my pink cheeks

With exquisite delight

Holding onto the feeling

As my womb grows from the beauty of new life

Like fresh flowers blooming

From bushes that were forged in the woods

Without inference from shears

Away from the glare of eager enthusiasts



Love always, Esha <3