She's in love
with your iridescent eyes,
well-built figure,
kissable lips,
dark eyebrows
and your sweet aroma
that can turn heads.
But I am in love
with the tears
behind your deceiving eyes,
unfathomable pain
your soft heart keeps
beneath your hard chest,
the unnoticeable blood
at the corner of your red lips,
killed expectations that
made your brows to meet
and the foul odor of your life
that only I can bear.
Darling, I love
the imperfections
you conceal under
your perfect figure.
-I so love your soul
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
