29 Oct 2014
There are imperfections in the perfect but that's what makes it better. Like your hair that's a little too long or how the walk to your house is uphill. Maybe even how after walking all the way up the hill, me sweating and panting my make-up worn off you still kissed me. Like you meant it to be the ruining of me. Looking over our small town and into each others eyes. Your hazel ones meeting my brown orbs it was intense and the sun behind is caused us to glow as if we were made of gold. You told me not to worry about what people thought of us together. I decided then I didn't. If I want to hold hands with this guy in the blue hoodie then I would. He was the undoing if me. The one that ended all my feeble attempts at love. It's when someone as dangerous as him likes you that you truly experience love. You told me you still loved me even though I wasn't from your crowd. I've never been suspended and you said that if I was a 'nerd' as people called me he would say I was his pretty nerd that he loved and adored. It all came down to opposites attract and god we were different but god did we love the look of each others eyes and the feel of each others lips.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
