She is not beautiful.
Her hair
Loose brown curls
Long, swinging with her every move.
Her eyes are not catching.
Yet,
round
brown
eyes
catch mine, almost every time.
Her laugh is embarassing.
She mocks
and I can' tell
if I've done something wrong
or if she's laughing out of pure love.
Her shoulders are nothing special.
No shoulders are special,
what is the beauty in shoulders?
There is none.
But there is beauty in the way her shoulder
brushes mine
and I say sorry
but she doesn't mind.
Her smile
is too often fake
that's the smile
that I hate.
But the one she shows
everytime we talk
I swear it's real.
And there's nothing
more
beautiful
than
her
smile.
Her heart
isn't aligned with mine.
But her smile is beautiful
and if all it takes
is for her to love someone I hate
and all she takes
is a piece of my heart,
I'd want her to smile.