she stands proudly.
her skin warm
like coffee
with some milk and sugarher stretch marks
are beautiful.
I want to kiss them.hazel-green eyes
hiding behind
thick frames
stare at me
with innocence sparkling
like chocolate diamonds.i tell her
"i got laid off"she apologizes
even though...
it's not her fault.
her soul is soft, kind.i tell her
"i've had my eyes set
on this tiny, red
fire extinguisher
for my room.
i might steal it
after we close
the store"her laugh fills me.
the giggle resonates
in the hall.
she snorts.ha! I made her smile.
her pigtails bounce
when she shifts legs.a cute boy walks by
she blushes.
yes, he's cute,
but will he hear
you laugh?she's straight,
and i wish i could
tell her the truth.
I could be her man.
but... i'm too weak.she cripples me
like dynamite in a mine.i don't want her
eyes of gold to judge.
i'd rather stay friends
than tell her the truth
and watch her leave.i tell her
"the secrets
of the universe
can be found
in your soul, baby"but, she never hears me
because i never spoke
the truthful words
out of fear.
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poesíamy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.