2.8.17 S.S
Amber waves, subdued brown eyes; honey dew skin. You're wearing something new everyday. Your smile, light as the wind in my hair; gong too fast down open roads with the sunroof down. The gold in your eyes retracts from the late august summer nights, when we are staring youth right in the face, and it hits a little too close to home every time.
You're the type of girl they write about in books, and when they make it onto the big screen everyone's rooting for them. They don't forget girls like you. Brown eyes are never "boring" or "too dark", they're an unconventional passion; that only the most ambitious and bravest can withstand. Far from shallowly depths, when the evening hours encroach, she is the sun in all its radiance. She soars in rays, I've got a sunburn from staying out too long.
YOU ARE READING
The Other Person Project
Poetrythe answer is yes. it will always be yes. you will always be the words. [(format) This originally started as a secret project I took on senior year, in high school. I wanted to write a poem about every single person in my class, eventually it becam...
