iris by the goo goo dolls. that's it. that's the a/n...
JK YOU THOUGHT-
this poem isn't necessarily dreamy (i promise i'll get back to the theme soon, sorry!!!) but i wanted to write a poem about a more courageous version of myself, and i love how it turned out!
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she was loud
bold
flirtatious
with half of her
chest
hanging out of
whatever scrap of
fabric
she swathed around
her waist
her nails were cut
short,
her eyes framed by
coal-colored lashes
the depths of her
irises
the deepest brown
less like
chocolate
than like umber
or soil
a dull brown that
somehow
always shone with
excitement
and
life
her laughs were
raucous
the spiral strands of her
black hair
forever tousled and
out of place
falling into her
eyes
sweeping over her
imperfect nose and
cherry blossom lips
as she turned her
face to the side
and thoughtfulness
took over her
expression
she wasn't a
model
or a scholar
she wasn't even
someone
that everyone
wanted
really
she was just a
girl
and the
authenticity
of it all
was
magical