she is beautiful
the way she speaks
the way the words flow
from her beautiful pink mouth
her deep brown eyes
study me in confusing ways
she looks deep into my own
i could hold that gaze forever
her beautiful brown hair
blunt cut
between short and long
bangs that cover her forehead
the necklace she wears
a chain with a preserved plant
hangs around her neck
the way she cares for living things
is lovely
she is graceful and careful
her steady grasp
the way she moves to music
the way her lips utter the words
i could look at her forever
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poems from a girl who doesn't care (who also really cares)
Poetryi am a girl who does not care (but actually really does). these are my poems.
