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
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Author:
teaganrose (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 13th, 2017 19:14
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Comments1
Ah , the innocence of young love Very good .
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