I write about that boy, that beautiful boy that I dream about every night. Sometimes his eyes are blue, sometimes green, most times they're brown. Simple, but not boring or dull. His smile, even that is special about him. His hair: blonde, brunette, black; his hair, beautiful. His body, heart, and mind; fuller or thinner, but I'm always in love with it.
And in all those times, he is beautiful, but so is she.
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humans
Poetry"Being human means constantly trying to find the light." -Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett "Phases" (poetry written in form of journal entries)
