180817
locks of your dark hair
darker than the night
made a contrast on the
fair complexion of your skin
they made your hair a fringe
covering your forehead and
tiny pimples scattered all over
soft,
it looked soft like cotton candy
oh how I wished I could
run my hand through the locks
twist and twirl with my forefinger
pull and ruffle with my hands
and watch them fall back perfectly
you laid your head sideways
and those strands of hair
stuck out in random directions
revealing your perfect imperfection
to match the scattered stardust
underneath your dark eyes
tiny freckles
they came in a cluster
just under your eyebags
fading all the way to your cheeks
made perfect by the crinkles
your lips made when you smiled
your eyes forming crescent moons
everything about you is art
skin covered with moon dust
eyes of the pitch black space
hair of the fluffy clouds
no, you didn't fall from heaven
but I'm sure you are instead
an unborn star that
fell from the galaxy itself
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random side note:
I was really angry when I wrote this
cause it reminds me of someone, that one whose hair I want to run my fingers through. I originally just wanted to write about his hair but oh well I couldn't help myself. how could someone be that beautiful can anybody tell me?
note of the other side:
that feeling when you're pure Asian and you only got one hair and eye color that is black
YOU ARE READING
Wishful Thinker
Puisi/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
