...a silly little poem i wrote for someone that i had a crush on in sixth grade, heh... |
this is a poem i wrote for your hair... dull in color, split ends abound, hanging tiredly, framing your face, a makeshift curtain that hides you from me. this is a poem i wrote for your eyes... deep and expressive, framed by glasses, dark blue, windows to your soul, orbs that my own have never formally met. this is a poem i wrote for your lips... pink and smooth, stuck in a frown, looking plump, waiting to speak out, a mouth that has never turned towards me. this is a poem i wrote for your voice... soft and deep, not-so-manly, heavenly music, a soothing sound, one that was never meant to bless my ears. this is a poem i wrote for your skin... milky and pale, looking quite porcelan, fair and flawless, fitting your body perfectly, flesh that my own has never been in contact with. this is a poem i wrote for your heart... something of which i know nothing at all, what keeps you alive, holds your secrets, the organ that doesn't know anything about me. this is a poem i wrote for you... because you looked like you could use one. I cannot believe I'm really putting this out. I just thought it was kind of cute; I came across it when I was going through the big tub of my childhood papers, reports, etc. Silly, silly me. |