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misha Sep 2018
you don't like
those freckles
on your shoulders
but i love drawing them
on the page like
constellations
that are immoral,
that stay with me
forever
even if
you don't
know
that i
exist on
the same
planet
as you.
Cece Sep 2018
It got cold.
It used to be so warm, so bright.
But it got colder, darker,
dragging me into a world of frozen hearts
and calculated smarts.

I left to find my sunshine again.
To find the brightness,
the laughter
and the freckles
of happiness that spotted my face
like all the stars in space.

But the cold followed.
a tendril didn't melt over the golden,
overwhelmingly hot summer.
I can do nothing more than hope
that I will learn to like the cold, that I will cope.
I wrote this mainly because I'm in study hall and it's freezing in here
Sara Svensson Sep 2018
Your freckle covered body, your non stop nervous chatter.
Your quirky fashion sense, your "8 year old girl" bladder.

The way you asked for permission before kissing me goodnight.
The way you told me later that you wanted to be mine.

Your beer-fact filled mind, your world war 1 obsession.
Your innocent fumble, your absolute perfection.
Sara Svensson Aug 2018
You
To look at you is lying down in the grass and gazing up towards the night sky.

Your freckles are constellations I wouldn't mind studying closer, your eyes are a fog I could so easily get lost in if I'm not careful.

The light from your soul has started to mend mine,

and I welcome it.
sophia Aug 2018
I connect the freckles on her face

****** constellations

To see my daily horoscope
anna Aug 2018
the freckles on my skin
are constellations
waiting to be explored
a.m.
Renée C Jul 2018
many times;
left freckles scattered across my skin.
The sun has kissed me more times than you have,
but just barely.
hannashe Jul 2018
Life is how you enjoy...
The rain..
Wheter to use an umbrella...
To avoid it...
Or ....
You will dance...
With the freckles...
Ansley Jul 2018
She
Lazily
Traced her fingers along my arm
Occasionally circling freckles
For emphasis
However,
Her eyes were closed.
There was no method,
No melody to a song she was writing
Along my arm
I almost wished she were something like mine
For she traces a blanket of stars
when she's asleep
I almost wish she were
Here
For a blanket of stars to be mine to keep
Here have some late night (early morning?) poetry
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
Your cheeks
are the
      sky

and every freckle is a glittering
star.
Your eyes are like beautiful moons, deep
blue,
like the    
                               sea
and full of

         wonder.
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