He always liked brunettes
He always liked their sophisticated look.
But it was her unsophistication that pulled him in
She was sunny and bouncy and everything sophistication wasn't
He liked how the strands of gold, bronze and copper weaved together down her shoulders
Funnily enough, he liked how it wasn't styled at all
Thick and loose and crazy
Her baby hairs stuck up, only made worse when she ran her hands through them
Or made better?
He especially liked her smile - so uncontrolled
She smiled wide and true and sunny
Teeth and eyes gleaming like imploding stars
Her eyes were grey- no, blue, - no green
Little planets full of life
Shining fibres all connected in the centre
But it wasn't the cliché light-eyed colouring he fell in love with,
They were playful; they were teasing
They roamed the room, never resting a second
He couldn't take his own eyes off her.
She was in the midst of a silent conversation with her friend
All eyebrow wiggles and quiet giggles
The friend was the kind of girl he usually liked
Yet she looked so dull next to her.
Then they laughed and
Oh, that laugh
It was just a little too loud to be appropriate; just a little too free
It was pure joy
No calculating politeness
She leant over to whisper something in the friend's ear
And they both cracked up in sunny laughter again
He couldn't help but smile too
She was back in her own world now, seemingly lost in it
He so wished he could see what she was dreaming about; it must be so vibrant to be her
But then her and her friend were walking away.
She bounced when she walked, he noticed.
This one-of-a-kind girl
This joyful girl
This dazzlingly sunny girl was walking away.
She was gone already.
He hoped nobody ever broke her heart.
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As It Is
PoetryShort bits of writing I come up with in my everyday life - I try to see the world as pretty