Cold, canned gas station coffee with the brown and yellow label.
The crunchy, flaky tempura flakes on top of the Price Chopper sushi.
A Black Jeep Patriot whose wheels get used and abused.
Golden Hour by JVKE.
Supermassive Black Hole by Muse.
Coffee by Jack Stauber.
Apricot, the feeling of warmth that radiates from you.
Merigold, the calm joy and happiness you bring me.
Mocha, you are always down to Earth and you center me.
We met on our school bus.
I didn´t know if I was going to fit in.
But I soon met you.
We started to speak to each other out of utter boredom.
As we talked, I soon realized that I loved how you gazed at me.
I felt like a star in the night sky as you admired me,
your eyes in absolute awe as my beauty twinkled.
I felt like a newly discovered star,
you peering into a telescope with a soft grin spread across your face.
YOU ARE READING
You Don't Have To Be Perfect.
PoetryJust like how no body owes anybody to be "perfect", this book consists of not "perfect" poetry by me. The poetry in this book will range from poems that I wrote for assignments at school to just poetry that I wanted to write/wrote in my free time.
