By: Priyam Patel
I watched from afar.
I saw her yesterday.
Her veins draped her soft skin.
Royalty, she was.
Her skin looked so soft.
Gosh, how easily it could be sliced open.
I wanted to lay in a field of roses.
Nothing but roses,
and the sweet smell of honeydrew
Tell me, does it taste as good as it looks?