Boys,
One with eyes green as the deep sea
Dark hair, dark lashes
Lovely hands
He makes me melt into giggles
One with hair of fire
Freckles on his cheeks
He's awfully horrible, yet good;
I can't explain
And the pale artist
With his camera and skinny jeans
And his hair.
Oh god, his hair.
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10.25.15
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POETRY V2
PoetryMy way of getting my feelings out. (Volume I: http://w.tt/1ODU3EZ) All poems © Reina S Mizell 2015-2017
