okay, so
i am aware
that i am
just a child,
none other
than another
fish
in the sea
to the pretty girl
with the pretty eyelashes
across the room,
and i know
that my gaze is
uncomfortable
and
unwanted
despite how much i wish
it were alluring and
a marvel to beseech
yet the pretty girl
with the pretty eyelashes
still glanced my way.
i could never forget
how she'd struggle to wink
a futile attempt
yet oh so charming,
i guess.
and how she'd wink at me
for a subtle moment,
pretty eyelashes fluttering
and stick out her
pretty
pink
tongue;
is that gay?
pretty much.
pretty. - (c.i)
haii. this poem, for obvious reasons, is quite personal to me. i don't think it's a very good poem, but i like it. it's quite true to heart, and i guess i did know a girl with pretty long eyelashes. that's only a coincidence, though.
fun fact of the day: im a lil bendy. also, pretty was always a strange word for me. ever since i moved to london from italy, there's one word that i could not for the life of me spell properly, and that was pretty. it had always been 'preety', for some reason.
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