she laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, remembering his eyes:
"they were blue,
so blue... gosh, they were beautiful,
gorgeous even.
yes, they were gorgeous.
blue as the ocean
and as bright as the sunlight
that bounces off of him in all directions.
he'd never like a girl like me.
he's so amazing."
he laid in bed, staring out at the stars, remembering her eyes:
"they were green,
like the grass and the trees,
and if you look into them long enough,
you see the little blue flecks in them,
like flowers in a field.
gosh, it was like a beautiful
flourishing jungle
that boasted the brightest colors
in the world.
why would she ever like me like that?
she's too gorgeous and perfect for me."
YOU ARE READING
galaxies, love, and other magical things (a recueil de poésie)
Poetrypoetry that falls out of my mind like leaves from trees or music from the fingers of a pianist.
