your face is rich
with joy, told in your eyes
I can tell by the twinkles, like stars that shine
with life, told in your wrinkles
they tell me all the hardships you've been through
your face is rich
with stern, told in your eyebrows
they're furrowed because they doubt what I tell
with love, told by your smile
because your smile brings love, I wanted to tell
your face is rich
YOU ARE READING
p is pronounced like pay in dutch
Poetrypoems, just poems wanted a cute little place to save all of my poetry. sometimes my notes app gets a little too silly and then it deletes all my notes.. no way... if ur reading this, enjoy lol <3 ‼️I don't usually title any of my work so nearly ever...
