And I remember,
Going on a date with Daniel on a Sunday.
A sunny Sunday.
He was smiling,
Wanting to explode of what he was feeling.
He wants me disheveled,
Without false eyebrows,
Without a nose ring ,
Without high heels,
With flat jokes.
Without long , soft, artificial hair,
With my falling tangled hair.
With my carrot breath,
Without tiny ,naughty,red panties,
With my mood swings.
He still wants me,
When I can't control my farts
With my broken tooth
With my leopard freakled face
With my love for street food
He wants me ,
In a certain way
That cracks through my soul warmly,
A little bit crazy but with my sunlight soul,
In those little moments he catches my gawky, carefree laughter
And
Walking bear foot.
He wants me,
To sit there in his heart forever.
But Daniel,
I want too.
I want the thrill ,
To turn heads,
To attract like a magnet,
To be undressed with the eyes,
To fall in and out of love a few times,
Before I can sink,
And really sit there in your heart forever.
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I Will Find My Own Sky
PoetryA collection of poems 4th place in Kuru Family Awards. I discovered, They were normal, Way too normal. And there I was , Just a sad girl, Dying to unlearn being NORMAL.
