His Intensity
Strong Jaw,
His eyes narrowed,
And in them I saw,
His intensity burning, eyebrows furrowed.
Heart melting smile,
Like a shooting star,
You wish and then file,
the image somewhere safe and far.
Tall, muscular, lean and fit,
So proud, so brave,
Is there anything imperfect?
Even the imperfections I'd crave.
Surely he's not what he seems,
Yet he's the center of my dreams.
Comments
Even the imperfections I'd
Even the imperfections I'd crave. I so get this line you don't even know! I love it, Kass! Please please post more!
everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way
Great job, Kassady! I really
Great job, Kassady! I really liked this. Especially the bit about craving his imperfections. I so understand that.
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
Lovely!
Nice flow, post more poems!!
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh
Yeah -
- I love the imperfections line, too :)
Thanks!!!
Thanks guys!!!! Love all your comments.
That's interesting that that one line would stick out to you all out of all the rest. Neat!!! Thanks for your feedback!!!
"Here's looking at you, Kid"
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Write On!
I loved this!
And I know someone like this, but I won't say his name...
Surely he's not what he seems, but he's the center of my dreams...
I love that part! Well done!
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