I look and notice your taste is expected.
It's not unique nor is it exotic.
You like them light and blond.
Not tan and brunette.
Although I know you likethemblond
You don't know I too like them blond.
But for you,
My taste is willing to vary.
For those hazelnut threads make me swoon and feel unexpected things.
I want you to get to know me, I might be the brunette you need.
YOU ARE READING
Unconscious Soul
PoetryDiary of an insomniac... And falling In love for the first time... This secret place I built is poetry from deep inside my soul. I love bearing my raw self here, without the fear of being judged; only understood. It's not live, laugh, love. It's fa...
