we pretend
we are
the best of friends.
but
i can't tell her
that i am
secretly,
uncontrollably,
madly and deeply,
truly,
foolishly,
and completely,
in love with her.
i love
her honey hair that
floats on the wind
like wings spreading.
and i adore her body that
is like a
goddamn tiger
and deserves her stripes.
but i am infatuated with her mind;
one that grows a garden and even
on the darkest days,
from her smile
the sun still shines.
***
what a life
YOU ARE READING
her deepest colors
Poetryshe shouldn't have gone. but it was that i was truly mesmerized by her colors, that i didn't realize she was f a d i n g.
