Falling into you

There was this boy,

I remember he smelled like autumn and winter had kissed,

He spoke in riddles,

And his lips tasted like Lipton passion fruit, orange, and Jasmine

Green tea, also, a lot like honesty.

His silence still fit right, as much as his sentences did.

He smiled like sunshine was a joke,

And whispered like moonlight was his native tongue.

His hands felt like guiding stars,

And his palms could hold comfort against yours.

If I could go back, to tell that boy one thing,

I'd say

Thank you, 

For being you.

-Ashley High

Follow Ashley on Instagram: @ashley_high_poetry and on tumblr: ashleyhigh

Ashley also has a wordpress blog that is well worth checking out! 

You can also purchase Ashley's book here and I recommend doing so in order to have more of her lovely poetry at your fingertips.

- Peach team