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teaganrose

heart open far

honeyed love seeps from me

for the things i see,

his hair dark and swept away

and his collarbones' shadow

and his skin tone: olive 

he sees but is blind

to the things i find most beautiful about myself

like the curls that dangle in front of my forehead

and the freckles splattered across my cheeks

his gaze only falls short

but maybe i love him the same

 

  • Author: teaganrose (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 13th, 2017 19:14
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • swingline

    Ah , the innocence of young love Very good .



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