Darling,
A walk in the park. Steady pace.
Wind blowing through my hair as if I were cruising along the beach.
Sitting on the vibrant green grass watching
The luminous pink sunset.
Magazines laid out on the front porch.
Blue crystal like eyes.
Bouncing while she laughs
Then laughing even harder.
Everyday the same, yet different.
A drop in the ocean. A change in the weather.
Told me not to cry when you are gone.
But I can’t hear a word you say.
All I want is the taste that your lips allow.
Powerful words that go to the melody
Of the songs that make me feel the most content.
Counting the stars until 1 a.m.
Straw hats in the hot sun.
Lighting fires.
Running in the rain.
It’s okay to be happy my dear.
Pennies
I saw my reflection so clearly. Copper. The color of two shiny pennies.
From corner to corner, a smile as bright as the sun.
One short minute with him is all I needed to be happy for the rest day.
His warmth wrapped around me like a soft blanket.
The smell of beauty in every movement.
The slight shade of pink that so exploded suddenly.
The foolish look I anticipated arrived in an instant.
I worried that my feelings would be written all over my face.
But he was oblivious to the power he had over me.
The sound of the bird’s song light upon my ears,
The warm sensation I feel that began in my cheeks spreads like wildfire
All the way to my stomach. It startles me.
I tighten my grip.
Shiny pennies. Shiny pennies.
The softness, moisture, and sweet taste.
I said I would forget.
But I saw my reflection so clearly in his two unforgettable copper eyes.
And I don’t know how to let that go yet.
Judging A Book By It's Cover
Who am I to judge? To think what I think?
When I see him walk in the halls with his short shorts, or seeing him hanging around girly girls as if he were one of them.
Seeing thick girls wearing shirts too small for them,
Looking at them and thinking about how they had to squeeze into their jeans that morning.
Walking past a group of reading nerds and thinking “Ew gross.”
Or maybe walking past a girl with shorts that reveal too much skin.
Photography, no life.
Volunteering, suck ups.
Gaming Clique, Geeks.
Little did I know that the boy I saw in the halls with the tiny shorts
Was the next student body president.
The thick girls wearing small shirts?
Just trying to fit in with the tall thin girl all the boys like.
Gaming geek? The next big computer software designer,
Volunteering suck ups, trying to get into the university of their dreams,
Who am I to judge?To think what I think? When I haven’t taken a look at myself.
When I see him walk in the halls with his short shorts, or seeing him hanging around girly girls as if he were one of them.
Seeing thick girls wearing shirts too small for them,
Looking at them and thinking about how they had to squeeze into their jeans that morning.
Walking past a group of reading nerds and thinking “Ew gross.”
Or maybe walking past a girl with shorts that reveal too much skin.
Photography, no life.
Volunteering, suck ups.
Gaming Clique, Geeks.
Little did I know that the boy I saw in the halls with the tiny shorts
Was the next student body president.
The thick girls wearing small shirts?
Just trying to fit in with the tall thin girl all the boys like.
Gaming geek? The next big computer software designer,
Volunteering suck ups, trying to get into the university of their dreams,
Who am I to judge?To think what I think? When I haven’t taken a look at myself.