I allow my heavy eyes to stare at the inside of my eyelids for a moment.
The dark, emptiness envelopes my mind.
Until a strand of your golden hair skips around my thoughts, tempting my vision of you–appearing with your face next to mine, your blue eyes pierce through my facade of strength, endearing the vulnerable weakness of my soul.
I watch your gaze glide, shamelessly from my brown eyes to my cheeks, the charcoal black hair that frames my jawline, your fingers release my hands and caress my lips, my chin, my softly sculpted nose, neck, waist. and your eyes are softly, silently combing my features, detangling my insecurities, replacing them with your adoration.
Moving your mind closer to my heart, your soft pink lips drawing closer to mine, till your golden hair tickles my forehead, your nose traces circles around mine, the sculpture of your lips embrace the mold of my own, soft like the newest clouds tucked neath the heavens depths.
My mind drifts in its peace, off to a world of no memory, engulfed in an earth of bliss, wrapped in thoughts of you.
Why did you write this poem?
In all honesty, I wrote this poem because I liked a white boy once. Plain and simple. I thought that he exceeded my expectations and I thought he might be the exception. He was intriguing to me and I found myself daydreaming of how he would treat me if I trusted him. He had blue eyes, a strong jawline… and I don’t remember much after that. I think he was skinny and it didn’t last BUT, I liked a cute white guy once and it might happen again.
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