There was poetry inside of him.
I found poetry in the creases of his smile.
I found poetry in the way his hair flowed to one side so effortlessly.
I found poetry in his mysterious eyes that never stayed one color.
I didn't have to write poetry about him
because it was already written.
Everything that encompassed him
was beautifully poetic.
If only he saw
how perfect he was
in my eyes.
-C.D.
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