i wonder what people notice first about me,
what makes someone sit and stop and think 'god shes so pretty',
i wonder what it would be that makes you go 'wow' when you see my face,
is it the way my hair sits comfortably on my shoulder,
or the way the black hair fades to a redish brown mess when i haven't redyed in a while,
is it my doll eyes of hazel autumn green,
or the pouty natural way my bottom lip folds over my top in size?
is it the way i compose myself to be of such a sweet nature,
like honey drops in lemon tea,
or sweet folded cinnamon rolls with a savoury icing,
or the way the words flow from my mouth before i even have time to recognise them?
Maybe it's how i speak,
like a dandelion torn from a shrub,
is it the mayhem that surrounds me,
empty bottles and pill packets,
is it the way my skin is so smooth,
like fresh made ice cream on a summer morning,
is it the way i'll tell you that i won't give up before dropping every project because i got bored?
how i'm always on my feet to try and find something sweet?
because i know my teeth are far from perfect,
and my feet aren't very looked after,
and i know i'm loud and talk a lot about all the things bothering me,
i can be apathetic when i need to be,
and the way that yes, i confess, i can be quite self absorbed and quiet,
i'll leave you on read for 30 minutes before i send over 'ok',
and i won't worry to tell you when your dress looks ugly.
YOU ARE READING
Kalopsia.
PoetryKalopsia • Noun ; The state in which everyone and everything looks beautiful. ✧一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 and here the words will bleed onto the page of each separate chapter in my mind, and the words will fall so effortlessly out of my eyes. 一 一一 一一...
