Body and Mind
Sometimes i think about the cracks in my skin.
Crevices where the skies rain seeped in and became apart of me.
I think about how the sun and moon,
changed the way you see me.
As if i were almost perfect.
Or something.
I think alot.
I think about how i think alot.
Its funny because theres only one thing
That turns my mind to a blank canvas.
A white page with no pencil lines,
Or aggressive rubber marks.
Im as blank as the expression on her face,
When she left.
One thing stumps me.
as if i have no other purpose other than to be stumped right there In that moment.
You.
Thankful
I still thank god every day for giving me all the senses I've ever required to fully take you in.
Beauty
The sun hit her skin like two beams of light that were destined to meet and be together.
And she smiled. Just smiled.
If only she could see herself the exact way she looked right there. She would fall in love too.
