Blush
In the morning,
She applies blush.
Artificial of coarse-
No one makes her flush.
Well, not in a long time.
He use to make her heart flutter.
His glance made her cheeks fill,
With supple and hot blood.
She would often sit still
For his gaze entranced her
Now she will only blush,
At the mention of him.
The voices around will hush
At the sound of his name
Which brings back somber memories.
Lingering pink will stay,
On her olive skin.
Because the pain of him,
Will also not stray
Until she finds peace again.
From the Daily one word prompt- Blush
This is amazing! Nice play with words 😊
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