The way a waterfall flows is beautiful
It's clear, it's not *****
The rush and speed it has  
The way it glides on my skin
Refreshing, cleansing, effervesant
Closing my eyes and listening calms my senses
I could sit for hours, lay in the shade,
Look at the water and admire it's  clearish, light blue color, moving, touch the cold waves, allowing the water to wash over my toes and hands

Perspiration on my the window
humidity but simplicity
rain drops - tears
walk down my cheek
smoothly
the tears are no longer black
but a clearish'
blue
all due to
missing you

I will talk to the boy
when I can communicate
without feeling
awkward.
when I stop feeling like such a **** imposter
when I can like
myself ok
for more than a day.
when I can accept
myself for who I am,
when I stop giving
a ****
about
every
little
thing.

I'll sit next to him
will rolls
over my jeans
flashing my whiteish
smile
and he'll caress my
clearish face
and tell me how
perfect I am.