| you are my filter if i am an aesthetic |
her lips were soft and brown with the lipstick she so fondly rubbed on.
her eyes were a cloudy white with a pool of darkness spooling in the middle, a glassy feel on them that took my senses away from their place.
stay where you are, i say to myself not her.
how could i ask her to do what i wish...
when i couldn't even move my eyes in her presence.
her cold feet were snuggled in her warm shoes with fur on them.
her structure was wrapped within the folds and layers of clothes that she adorned all over.
could i be that orange tee shirt with a biker on it?
could i be those tight jeans that is hugging her body so dearly that gives me the feeling that they are too scared to let go.
i could convince them but it wouldn't be right.
her nose was the one thing that made me smile in an instant since it made me want to squish her and the thought loomed in my head inviting giggles from my own chest.
her eyebrows arched better than a rainbow and made a frown in the middle on the temple.
a shrine resided inside that forehead where i wanted to visit and pray forever.
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