The Words Left Unsaid-Poems

Perfect

Dahlia pink lips.

Hair as soft as silk in between your fingers.

Smiles that show everything she thinks.

Eyes that can guide you away from the crowd.

But somewhere along the line, things change too quickly.

Lips that are constantly chapped.

Hair in knots guarding her face.

Smiles that only stay as long as you glance her way.

Eyes that want to wander to a better place than here.

What went wrong this time?