Trash Poetry.

Their Smiles

My idols,

beautiful, handsome, precious, oh so precious smile and I love them.

Perfect messy, perfect made, perfect eyes, picture perfect day and night.

Fabulous as a rose.
Quiet and mysterious as a humble star staring from space.
Charming and wit as a prince.
Sweet, wholesome, and loving as I can ever ask for.

Strange as mysterious as to be unique but genuine, as introverted as I.

but I only dream of the love, a

I think I'm in love with all but I could be in love with one.
Or all.
But my heart sets it's self on one and never stops loving.