I love your ponytail
And your oversized tops
And hate the way
People look at you
Everytime you wear shorts.
I really love how you never put makeup on
'Cause you think it's wrong
To show a face
That's not your own
I love your sense of humor
I love your favorite songs,
I love your favorite bands,
Your favorite comics,
Your favorite shows.
I love your ponytail.
I love your dark brown hair.
I love it scrappy or nappy,
I love it anyway.
I love when you get mad
Cause after a few minutes
You can't hold back your laugh
I love how nice you are,
Even to people
That don't deserve your heart.
I love how you never even try
To make someone feel bad
Even if they deserved it.
You couldn't hurt a fly.
I love your nose,
I love your freckles,
I love your eyes, your smile
and your dimples
I love the way you are,
I love the way you dress,
I love your body shape,
and your fucking ponytail.
YOU ARE READING
Moths
PoetryThey deserved better... Jane, Methuselah, Razor, these are some protagonists of Moths, a series of poems and short stories about loneliness, depression and maybe death... Only one way to find out. I DO own the cover (now)