The platform of my feet
The weakness of my knees
The flit of butterflies in my stomach
My mouth begins to smile
My thin lips shielding the imperfection of my teeth
My eyes twinkling from the constellations above
My hair a frizz,
as always.
I see him
He smiles a crooked smile
His eyes a clear sky blue,
He extends his hand
I grab it, my nails unpainted and bitten to nubs.
He whispers
“You’re beautiful”
I smile, revealing my teeth.
My imperfections
Mean
Nothing
The butterflies fly away as we walk together toward
Anywhere
Aug 10, 2011
Aug 10, 2011 at 5:53 PM UTC
The platform of my feet
The weakness of my knees
The flit of butterflies in my stomach
My mouth begins to smile
My thin lips shielding the imperfection of my teeth
My eyes twinkling from the constellations above
My hair a frizz,
as always.
I see him
He smiles a crooked smile
His eyes a clear sky blue,
He extends his hand
I grab it, my nails unpainted and bitten to nubs.
He whispers
“You’re beautiful”
I smile, revealing my teeth.
My imperfections
Mean
Nothing
The butterflies fly away as we walk together toward
Anywhere
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