His eyes are an ocean of blue and a forest of green
And when he looks at me
It's not a passing glance, not a disgusted glare
It's a gaze that lets me know I'm actually being seen
His soul is kind and gentle like a warm summer rain
And when he puts his arms around me
I just lie there
and let the warmth wash away my pain
The rise and fall of his chest as he breathes
It's so subtly beautiful
Like the trees swaying in the breeze
Calm and collected
Peaceful and protected
My nature boy
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Teenage Poetry
PoetryBasically, this is my journal. All of the heartbreak, stress, frustration, and confusion of being a pansexual teenage girl in a small town in Texas is presented to you in (semi) poetic form, by yours truly.
