there is nothing more perfect
than the freckles on your nose,
and the way they scatter like raindrops
on your cheeks.
they remind me of a sky
with new fallen snowflakes,
each one different
in size and shape.
i know how much you hate them,
you say they're distracting,
misformed,
or decorate your face wrongly.
maliciously, you cover them,
peach-colored paint dries
the bridge of your nose cracks,
and a piece of you fades with it.
summer comes and the paint melts off,
the facade with it,
and once again the sun can paint
drops of caramel on your skin.
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
there is nothing more perfect
than the freckles on your nose,
and the way they scatter like raindrops
on your cheeks.
they remind me of a sky
with new fallen snowflakes,
each one different
in size and shape.
i know how much you hate them,
you say they're distracting,
misformed,
or decorate your face wrongly.
maliciously, you cover them,
peach-colored paint dries
the bridge of your nose cracks,
and a piece of you fades with it.
summer comes and the paint melts off,
the facade with it,
and once again the sun can paint
drops of caramel on your skin.
Happy Valentine's Day! This one is made for my cousin who is so fortunate to have the most beautiful freckles but she hates them. I always wished I had freckles, they seem so cute and girly, but I never got them to her extent. And so this is a love poem for my cousin but also her freckles.
