Dark circles under brown eyes,
Permanent since sixth grade,
From too many nights with too little sleep.
But why sleep when I can learn and laugh and think?
Entire universes reside within,
Swellling and mingling and glowing with a thousand ideas,
Pushing out everything else until there's no room to focus,
Too much and too little lives in my head.
Squishy soft and out of breath,
And a promise of "Tomorrow, I swear."
Edges rounded and arms strong,
Perfect for hugs.
Nervous smiles and bubbling panic
Never far away;
Loud laughter and sarcasm
Reserved for loved ones.