i suppose,
you are the divine,
freshwater.
pure,
elegant,
radiant,
you captivate them all with your luscious charms.
your hair,
smoother than silk itself.
i tangle my hands in it,
and it never fails to slip through the cracks of my fingers.
your skin,
albeit riddled with battle scars,
looks so perfectly carved and shaped on you.
a perfect flush too.
your eyes,
outshine even the sun.
with its different shades of brown and blue,
i drown in your expressive pools.
and your lips,
the perfect bow placed upon your face
supple, pink,
and so very delectable.
i shudder at your beauty.
(i shouldn't have met you.)
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
i suppose,
you are the divine,
freshwater.
pure,
elegant,
radiant,
you captivate them all with your luscious charms.
your hair,
smoother than silk itself.
i tangle my hands in it,
and it never fails to slip through the cracks of my fingers.
your skin,
albeit riddled with battle scars,
looks so perfectly carved and shaped on you.
a perfect flush too.
your eyes,
outshine even the sun.
with its different shades of brown and blue,
i drown in your expressive pools.
and your lips,
the perfect bow placed upon your face
supple, pink,
and so very delectable.
i shudder at your beauty.
(i shouldn't have met you.)
because you're everything i'm not.
