Your honey sweet voice.
The kind that calms
The ocean in a raging storm.
Your pretty green eyes.
Just green to you
Albeit,
They're my blue sky's
On a rainy day,
Any day honestly.
Your warm embrace
That makes a person feel safe
Happy, loved.
You.
Chaotic,
Yet beautiful.
Beautiful wreck.
My beautiful wreck.
-My pretty little poetry boy.
YOU ARE READING
My pretty little poetry boy
PoesíaJust a place where i could write about him where no one knows me.
