there's a girl i know
that spreads more warmth
than a sunrise in the summer
of a small carolina town
some divine femininity of a girl
who scarcely sees her eyes
as lustful and has a deep smile that
invites the heart to the surface
this woman sleeps in old flannels
that are much too big
and wears modest underwear
that hugs her every delicious curve
she has hair that steps out of place
and glasses that keep hiding her face
and it doesn't matter if she changes either
because she exudes beauty no matter what
she wakes up eager to hold onto her dreams
and goes to sleep eager to wake up
to drink coffee for the pleasure of the taste
and not for the mere ability to help her think
she has scars and flaws
that make her human, not different
and though she doesn't love them
she isn't ashamed when they show
and this girl is me
YOU ARE READING
there is a girl
Poetrythe journeys of feeling the ups-and-downs in mere minutes. a collection of poems about self-love, neuroticism, grief, romance, and internal struggle.