your smile crinkles your eyes at the corners and it makes me want to bask in your happiness as I lay in your arms
blue's my favorite color and if you were to ask me what shade I would blush and hand you a mirror
I get lost in your eyes and drown in the love I see there. how am I supposed to compete with such truth and care
your lashes frame them so perfectly and I wonder how someone so sexy could look so innocent at the same time
I want to swim in your oceans and kiss your tears. I want to hold you close and promise away my soul just to make you happy
don't you dare tell me you're not beautiful. nothing that loves like you do, that holds me like I might break but knows I'm strong, that laughs at the silliest things sometimes just to make me happy, could ever. EVER. be ugly.
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PoésieThis is just a collections of my thoughts in the form of poetry I guess. It's mostly freestyle. Please give it a read. some pos may be triggering and will state the warning above said poems.
