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This is a piece I wrote for an English task today, and I thought I'd share it with you

Warmth.

Salt and honey
They don't mix, I know that now
Silky sweet with crystal dry
I'm sorry for thinking we would work

Salt and honey
Your sugary tendrils made me dissolve
Now I am nothing, you leave me alone

If I could live the same day over and over, I'd relive the day that She took me to the forest. I arrived at her house, and in trying to avoid being asked awkward questions by her mum, we were out of the door almost instantly.

Filled with bottled scents
each carrying memories
that one is from Her
 

She makes me feel as if I'm made of sugar. I've always been scared of compliments- they make me uncomfortable and i never know how to respond, but when she tells me I'm sweet and talented and kind I can't help but to believe every word.

There's a tree in my garden. Well, there's more than one, but this is the tree iv'e grown up around. My mum's contorted hazel.