her eyes// her fair skin// her blond lashes// her laugh//the perfectly drawn arch of her nose//the way her bottom lip curls when she smiles// the way she looks at you with meaning//the way her face turns a beautiful shade of red like a stormy sunset//how her blond lashes and brows define her face like a pen stroke on paper//how her icy blue eyes catch every ray of sunlight//if you stare into them too long you might just get lost//how her golden locks fall over her shoulders and sit perfectly in the curve of her arched back//how she wears tights under jeans and socks over tights//the way she wears her leather jacket//the cactus choker she never fails to wear//secret #1: I stare at you when you're not looking.
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Mid-day thoughts
Poetryi can't help but fall in love with you. that is with each and every flaw.
