He is structured, like the building I am wandering.
He is symmetrical, like the math I studied.
He is perfect.
He smiled, with one uncommon feature, yet he is still handsome.
That feature actually seems to suit him.
I wouldn't change it for the world.
His eyes, oh don't get me started, are like astonishing blue skies.
He could wear anything & pull it off
Or wear nothing & still look so damn good.
He is so proper, posed, peculiar.
He is someone I will never forget.
He is someone that I didn't think would matter this much to me.
Until now, looking at him with my eyes opened wide.
Puberty did him right that's for sure.
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Pathetic Poetry
ПоэзияHere lies the things that were untold, until now. Please give credit if taken. Pictures come from my own photography or the internet.
