"remuted" poems
his hair,
his hair is soft like silk,
it falls perfectly without him trying.
his smile,
his smile can light up a thousand stars,
it's as white as a new white chevy silverado truck.
his eyes,
his eyes are as blue as the ocean,
they're like the remuted triangle,
you can just get lost in them.
the boy with blonde hair is perfect.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC