I have never met him,
But he thinks I am stunning,
He's everything I want,
No one else is in the running.
Skin like a Redmayne,
Darkest eyes I've ever seen,
Just a posh boy who's determined
To crush his parents dreams.
He's the Saint of Temptation,
Talks like he's got a title,
In love with the East,
A master of survival.
He is steeped in history,
And though I do not know why,
His reputation reaches further
Then the late night red sky.
The only problem is,
He's as perfect as can be,
No matter how stunning,
Another girl's with him, not me.
She wore a skimpy striped dress while her black silky fringe hair devours daylight
and every iris in her path stares stickily on her
like she's the last raindrop of the Sahara
that every grain of sand would ever quenched for.
How am I supposed to impress her if my demon dressed up more glamorously than me when Im with her?
Now, why don't you stop looking,
at all your little imperfections.
with all your differences.
your bigger picture
is more real,
and infinitely more stunning
Every artist knows
that it's the smallest details
that make a picture valuable.
They make up what is you.
And that is beautiful
My sweetheart you are so stunning and seductive
With a lovely attitude, to come and get me please
Your progressive style makes you more reflective
Embrace me come in my warm arms don not tease
Sky is under your feet and you have taken me over
Wind is playfully caressing your cheeks, curly hair
Your eye brows are archer this is what your armor
What a tasteful youth what a wonderful spicy flair
My love,life is at stake my love is now on the altar
Your graces can save me from the clutches of world
My life is like a ship without any rudder and harbor
In front of universal love your beauty is just curled
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
For the first time
I looked into your eyes
I thought it wasn't obvious that
I actually stared.
You would never understand
What I actually saw
Inside of your
It was brown
But it was brown, I'm sure.
After noticing my long stare
"Is there anything wrong in my eyes?"
And I regretted
For I didn't say
That your eyes
A bold abundance of magnificent color burst as the sun makes its way into the pail atmosphere. As I sit and watch the stunning work of art appear, I hear the wild turkey scuttle through the dry reeds. It is morning, and the animals of the forest are awakening. Looking up at the trees, I notice a great many birds soar up towards the endless ocean-blue sky. A buck and doe silently wonder through the thicket. I decide to walk back toward the house when I glance at a small gray-eared rabbit dash out of sight in to the brush. This is my backyard. My quiet, thinking place. This is where I go when all the troubles in my life are too many; or if homework is unbearable. Other times I go just because I enjoy the peace and quiet. When I walk outside each morning, I can choose to lie on the grass, or swing on an abandoned rope swing hanging from the tallest tree. As I plop myself down to unwind on the cold ground, I think of what a beautiful place this is. This is my quiet place. My own little world of nature.
every time he look at me
or looked me in the eye
i felt my insecurities screaming
i wanted him to look away
but then again i did not .
i felt him looking at my nose,
oh its painful for me to even right that .
but the thing is every day he would tell me that i looked stunning that day .
he told me i was beautiful every day .
he told me that i was perfect .
for once in my life it felt as if all my insecurities went away
but no matter how many times he will call me beautiful, gorgeous, stunning and perfect ,
my insecurities will forever stay
and no matter how many people call me pretty or beautiful ,
damn how i will remember all of them that called me ugly and pointed out my insecurities as well .
All eyes were witness,
To supernatural ball,
. . . Light embracing her.
Ball Lightening: a rare form of lightning consisting of luminous balls that may move along solid objects or float in the air