Freckles
high top sneakers
two Dutch braids
and green eyes hiding behind
dark lashes
Mint green seats
of the dirty yellow bus
outline every feature
Her surface
her delicacy
leads me to believe
she'd be the first to be broken
by a low life that doesn't deserve her
But for all I know
she could be the ruthless one
within the boy
who finds himself
hopelessly in love.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 6th, 2017 06:47
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 27
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Comments4
A wise take on first impressions, Nicole. Well done poem! I enjoyed.
Well written and expressed
Nicole, I love this one. What you see isn't necessarily what you get!
Thank you all
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