the artificial blue dyes in her hair
remind me of soft alternative bands
singing in the tune of fucked up teens and love songs.
her laugh echoes through my mind
even weeks after I first heard it.
her miscellaneous knowledge makes
our 1 a.m. coversations interesting.
her chipped black nail polish reminds me
that we are human and we are alive.
she is a moonlit dream,
made of magic and emotion.
we were opposite sides of
the same coin, together
forever.
But I'm not sure if she feels the same.
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thoughts, poems and teenage shit
Poetrymy mind is interesting I can assure you this but take a minute to try this out and maybe you'll like it?
