your lips aren't crimson red
and your eyes aren't baby blue
but who said lips couldn't be pale
and eyes couldn't be dirty gold.
your freckles are constellations
and your voice is a thunderstorm,
I never asked for perfect
and you are far from that
but my lips are swollen and chapped
my eyes are bloodshot red
so maybe your perfect imperfections
should never touch
something made from dirt.
YOU ARE READING
forelsket
Poetryforelsket: the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love everything I have and will write about you
