Perspective

She sat alone

Sun rays bouncing off her bronze skin

As she gazed off at something unknown,

And when her eyes turned to me

My body was just another being

Sinking into caramel and

Getting stuck in her irises.

 

I never learned to free myself of her captivity,

but I learned how to make her eyes sparkle.

I learned her laugh is like a melody

I didn’t know I wanted.

I learned that her hands were as soft

as butterfly kisses,

And her lips even softer.

I learned that she wanted to hide the

good parts of herself that people

kept trying to steal,

And found myself falling deeper into

Quicksand eyes.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

daisys

Geez, I love the feeling of just slipping away in admiration!

KayTPerry13

Thank you so much! I appreciate your feedback!!

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