Fourth of March

Sun, 08/09/2015 - 22:53 -- etimms

My hair

is something that I hope he fell in love with second

because I feel beautiful when little strands 

fly around my face when I walk

and when my eyelashes touch my cheeks 

and touch his cheeks 

when we kiss

or stare closely. 

I hope my eyes 

were first though. 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Nadine Thomas

Great poem!!!

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