Whennever someone tells me,
"When I first saw you, I didn't like you,"
I know exactly what they're referring to-
my unapproachable resting bitch face.
It's not like I'm not happy, or that I'm sad when I'm not doing anything;
it's just how my facial muscles relax.
But everytime I see your face,
my cheeks turn pink,
my eyes light up with joy,
my mouth curls up into a wide smile,
and my face beams with happiness.
Your face, with its kind, dark brown eyes, that seem to hold an ocean of fascinating thoughts,
and that gentle smile that makes almost anyone feel welcome,
shines with a light that breaks through my guarded exterior.
When you walked up to me and started a conversation,
my walls begin to crumble, piece by piece,
and before I knew it,
I let you in, and stood there, open and unguarded.
What amused me was that even though you, like everyone else, saw my resting bitch face,
you still chose to walk up to me and start a conversation.
That was...intriguing.
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems. As the title says, the poems are about love- love that makes you happy, love that makes you feel complete, love that hurts, love that makes your heart ache, and love that's unconditional. It contains letters, his povs, and just...
