her jungle.

June 15, 2017
By brklyn BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
brklyn BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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She was just following the stars
Her hips created waves in the ocean
Her dilated pupils caused earthquakes when she looked at you
She was an ocean in a bottle,
And a message in a bottle for you
But you messed with her
You read her wrong
Your poisonous fingers were not meant to touch the jungle inside her
The empty area to the left of your head didn’t need to be filled
She let her salt water flow into your body
She let her jungle grow you a new heart for yourself
But you hate nature,
You hate trees,
You hate the ocean,
You like to touch the waves,
But you wave them goodbye,
You like to kill the living things inside the jungle
With your lightning bug fingertips you light up her body
But you are burning down her jungle
And I hope you like fire.

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