Made by the heavens
Slim pale legs stand tall.
Two pairs of steam-bun-like mounds of flesh.
A tiny waist bends luring in all.
One long neck peppered with a faint flush of embarrassment.
Thin eyebrows and a defined jaw stand out.
Narrowed eyes like a phoenix - so mesmerizing.
Plump, pink, soft lips pressed into a straight line - who knows what that's about?
Just saying, that you as a being are as close as one could get to a goddess.
A fine piece of jade sculpted till perfection blessed by the heavens.
The neat and fine strands of hair that fall out of your lopsided ponytail framing your face are so captivating.
Yes, it is true, there is no other girl like you.
You may have a temper but you have a heart of gold.
Will you even write a poem like this too?
If you do, surely I'll be old.
Hope can only bring me so far.
Will you write these sweet words for me?
I think the both of us can agree - that we, as one, will never get very far.
You were made and blessed by the heavens - but the script written of your future specifically for what's to come - lacks me, my existence.
I'm not meant to be yours.
It's not meant to be.
I like you more than words can describe.
But we're not meant to be.
I'm not the one meant to comfort you when things are rough.
Our future together does not exist.
YOU ARE READING
Suffocate | ✅
Poetry𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢. __ {Complete} "Suffocate" if the genre wasn't obvious enough already- Is a poem book. Some poems are about touchy subjects which include my opinions on matters that many readers...