His eyes, sea foam in color.
His smile, different from another.
His laugh, a subtle remnant of a melody,
Almost like he was made for me.
His sea foam eyes, a striking glance,
A shared passion, not a romance.
His shy tendencies... adorable.
The fluff of his hair, soft to the touch,
Though he's never asked for much.
His sea foam eyes stare into mine,
I can hear the beating of my heart.
Can he too?
Sea foam eyes keep me steady, sea foam eyes motivate me through.
I can't help the smile on my face, though it's a blissful breeze.
It smells of dew drops, and fresh grass,
Frailness, we're made of glass.
A sun blessed kiss, and a foolish wish,
Makes sea foam eyes freeze.
YOU ARE READING
Dichotomy
PoetryThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
