I remember you better than anyone else. . .
You were tall... not judging anyone short.
You had freckles... The kind that would sparkle as the sun began to set
Around your nose.. below your eyes
Brighter than the starry skies
You were my kind of perfect
YOU ARE READING
I think you think too much of me
PoesíaIt's 9 in the afternoon and your eyes are the size of the moon...