Chapter 6
"Godly imperfections"
"Andrew I hate it", was what u told me about your body. Words I couldn't believe came out of the women I came to admire.
You hated how round your hips were, the hips I spent forever dreaming of caressing.
You hated how big your thighs were, the thighs that brought unholy thoughts to me at night.
Change is what you wanted to happen to your already godly body. Plastic surgery were the exact words you used.
The words that angered me, the words that gave me courage to express how unspeakably perfect you were.
How the your thighs stood proud and elegant, how your hips could bring any man to their knees.
Yes you saw them as imperfections, but I saw them as godly imperfections.
-Andrew
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Sadness-in-July:
No authors note, because it all seemed clear.
How the tables have took turns, now it's Andrew being Eleanor's rock.
Any questions asked will be answered in the next chapter. Through edits
Hope you enjoyed
Sadness-in-July.💫
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YOU ARE READING
Andrews Poems to Eleanor
PoetryA book about a boy who wrote stories she was not ready to read. Eleanor and Andrew. Figure out a way to attach these pages together.
