I’m just a college students with things to say, words to share, and feelings to spare...
She asked me to give her a compliment. And I scratched my brains for anything that would suffice. I could call her eyes the sun and her smile the eternal truth.
By CMi Mimi6 years ago in Poets
Pink like the soles of a possum's paw, her cheeks carried the blush of the cold winter air. Green highlight in her locks, the colour of moss. The tips of her nails coloured medical blue and egg-yellow arm warmers donned on. A faded purple sweater that seemed to have come out of an old trunk from yesterday; jeans that looked like the hide of a dairy cow. With Lips the colour of a psychopath's blade hiding baby white teeth.
I’ve never liked Love as it’s portrayed by Romantics. Cliche and unrealistic, it is the epitome of deception cloaked in a rosy attire. They speak of a love at first sight and that is another thing I despise with a passion.
Happiness is a child with scratched knees and a goofy smile. Holding a candy cane in sticky hands. Pride, a soldier with his back pulled straight. Medals lining his chest like a fence around a home.
