victoriaboness

In flower language, bluebells symbolize humility, constancy, gratitude, and everlasting love. They are also a gift to show someone how grateful you are for their friendship, love, and support.

It flows with juice. It's a sweet taste. Fresh ripe berries. Refreshing. Cooling. Add a topping. Make it whip. Make it messy. Make you want my berries.

Pale skin with emerald green. I stand out so well, so bright against these white walls. With matching green eyes, the color of luck. Emeralds. A rare beauty. And here you are, you found me. Lucky you.

I can feel the sunshine on the skin. The warmth in the room. I notice the vibrant colors of the greenery. It's such a beautiful sight. And seeing that the yellow reflects so nicely off my pale skin. Or do you prefer the yellow on the floor?

Awake, but not up. The sun shining on my bed. Im warm, comfortable. A lazy saturday is needed. Something about me in my nerdy state of mind has you just wondering, whats underneath? Is it anything at all? Its a mystery.

Here we are alone in this old cabin. Just the sound of nature and the cracking of the fire. My hair is a mess. Im wearing something you havent seen before. I follow the stair way up, hoping you will follow. A tease, a smile, even a couple laughs. We go up, just to get down.

There she is. In all white. You cant belive your eyes. Her dark hair down, her green eyes looking right at you. You wonder, is this all a dream? When will you wait up? You just hope you can stay asleep to the end.

Simple. Plain. Neutral. Not much in the room stands out. Not much, but something. Some light shines through in this room. A special kind of beauty. In this neutral room, she brings the colors to life.

I hear your foot steps coming down the stairs. The sun is beaming on my face. Messy hair, just how you like it. I choose a darker look for the day even though you like me with out make up. I'm sipping on my favorite hot tea. Waiting for you to notice I'm wearing my favorite onesie. We lock eyes. …

The smell of freshly bloomed flowers. The colors of the ripe vegetables. The sun shining on my skin. Unseen from many eyes, the secret garden. Nature at its finest, beauty at its finest.

Time for a fresh start.

Red roses. Red hearts. Red lingerie. Red. The color of love. You see me sitting there, in all red. We laugh. We joke. Your palms get sweaty. Your blood is rushing. Your heart beat speeds up…