i'll never forget
the c r e of his lips,
u v s
prominent on his face
like mountains
risen from the earth.
or
the w v s of his hair,
a e
cascading over his head
like waterfalls
powerless to gravity.
or
the r m l of his voice,
u b e
carried through the air
like gusts of wind
moaning as it blows.
or
the t r l of his touch,
h i l
heating up my body
like wildfires
scorching the earth.
i'll never forget.
(b.m.)
For the wallflowers, the dandelions, and the moths. For those who sometimes feel less, feel average. The ones often overlooked, often misplaced. You have beauty that goes deeper than what your appearance can exude. You are the dreamers, the artists, the poets. You see the world as it truly is, without the filters and masks. You look past labels because you don't need validation from society to know who you are. A moth is just a butterfly with a different name, after all.
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Monday, April 9, 2018
Elements of Him
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