Poems from Polkaspottedsweater
Even though I never see you
I find myself trying to impress you
Even though all we have are phone calls
I want the way I look to please you...
His lips, soft
His neck, warm
His chest, protection from the storm
His heart, full
His thoughts, chaste
His love, will never go to waste
Inside I can see, I can feel
Everything is beautiful, everything is perfect
I revisit the outside
The fear, the worry, the insecurity
I...
So many options
But everything is dull
Everything is the same
When will something magnificent pop up?
When will something defy expectations...
swift
lithe
faster and faster
but only when seen like this
can it be seen
the detail
the spots, like little black stickers
the skin...