poems.

work in progress

my eyes
are a beautiful remnant of the earth
not quite brown
not quite green
but in between
they are surrounded
by fans of long eyelashes
i paint black
this is a work in progress
my hair is the color of violets
which are not blue
but are the color of violet.
my hair flows over my shoulders
and touches my back lightly
growing longer and longer
this is a work in progress
my skin is the color of porcelain
but when the earth rotates
and the sun shines everyday
my skin turns red and hot
burnt and turns to bronze
this is a work in progress
the boy down the street
has been in love with me
since his third grade year
and his heart is healing
from the hurt of me loving someone else
this is a work in progress
my heart is still cracked and swollen
from where you walked out of
nine months ago.
my eyes no longer sparkle
and i no longer smile
when I hear your name.
this is a work in progress.
every year
my legs grow a little longer
my chest grows a little bigger
my brain grows a little smarter
my soul grows a little sweeter
and my body grows a little older
i am a work in progress.
the earth still rotates
the sun still brings us warmth
and the stars still shine.
the plants still turn green
and the animals come back
and everything goes on.
life is a work in progress.