Someone asked me to describe you.
Sure I can explain what you look like.
You have brown hair which reminds me of a river
gliding down your back,
a beautiful smile that makes me wish
I could hold you more often,
pale skin that reflects like diamonds and
makes roses look like weeds.
But the real description can not be put into words.
Because as soon as I look into your eyes,
I forget everything and have to
start all over.
YOU ARE READING
Peoms For Those Who Hate This Planet
Poetrypoems made from someone who is tired of being useless.
