i stared out the window, and i had finally remembered how beautiful my backyard was.
the sun was hurting my eyes, but i couldn't look away.
then, as i stared, i thought of the both of us laying on the grass and naming the clouds.
stratus, your eyes are so beautiful, long lashes and all.
cirrus, i could never get tired of your smile.
cumulus, i never believed in perfection until i saw you.
you just looked so beautiful in the sunlight, and even though the sun hurt so bad,
i never wanted to stop looking.
YOU ARE READING
Inside My Head
PoetryIt's hard to see behind someone's eyes; to see what is going on inside their head.
