A man so clean, and gentle
I couldn't believe my eyes
A sharp nose and jaw
With sparkling eyes
He spoke with elegance
And grace
He was anything but bland
He could speak for hours on end
About absolutely nothing
And I'd still be a awake
In the middle of the night
Listening to every word
He was a shooting star
Lighting up the world around him
He left a trail of light behind him
Everywhere he went
But behind his fading trail of light
Lay the stars
Of endless possibilities
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Tea
PoetryPoetry written on the daily life of a teenage girl. Feb. 23, 2019 - #2 in #welding Feb. 25, 2019 - #1 in #welding April 8, 2019 - #207 in #afraid April 15, 2019 - #192 in #alone June 17, 2019 - #84 in #growingup June 17, 2019 - #94 in #goodbye June...
