you told me, that you dont like your dark skin, because you are so insecure of what people told you. you were afraid how girls will look you down because of your skin, your dark eyes and your black as night hair.
no, dark skin wont define your worth, you are more than what you think, you are definitely a whole new world to me.
i knew that moment, you almost teared up but you still had your guards up, no, you are allowed to cry, just as much as i do.
it took me a moment to realize that now your hands were in mine, cold against the metal. i brought your hands close to my face, spreading warmth on you, so you dont feel lonely or worthless,
because i will always be there.
your knuckles on my lips, kissing your dark golden skin, because you deserve all kind of love in this world, you deserve my love and all those people who love you.
those dark eyes of yours, for some may see it as hopeless and nothingness, but all i see is glimpses of your honesty and your beauty. your eyes were the first thing i want to look in the morning, i want to wake up staring into your deep dark eyes that could swallow us both.
and your hair, dark, dark hair, that's amazingly silky on my fingers. i remember pulling you close to my chest only to smell your hair. you were a combination of tobacco, sweat and all illegal things i could think of.
(if you are reading this, i hope you have a nice day ahead, and stop hating yourself because i love you)
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of heartbreaks and royalty
Poetry"from his kisses to his goodbyes, i love him with all my heart." a collection of poems and short stories.
