They gazed into each other's eyes
Almost an identical shade of brown
Hers clear with hope and
murky with confusion
His clear with certainty
In the sunlight
The teak smoothness of his skin
Contrasts with the milky brown of hers
Dead center
A meadow of broken dreams.
Tears would have been fitting, but -
Expression seems inappropriate.
One moment in time.
His lips meet hers -
Complete.
Me
- BeautyInTheBreakdown *
- Boston, Massachussetts, United States
- I'm not limited to the blank canvas I was born as. My life is an eclectic melange of vivid colour. I float in a sea of multifarious musings, ranging from worlds of lime green skies and copper stars to winged objects and fairy dust. I am the flirtatiousness of cherry chap-stick, the depths of the cerulean ocean and the violet skies of Monet. I am the brooding dark green of dense foliage, the crimson tint in a blushing girl’s cheeks; the purple of bruised limbs. The complexity of my thoughts keeps evolving, I grow and shrink alternately. I cannot be contained or restrained. The French language is my drug and acne is my worst enemy. I laugh a little too much and am a romantic in the extreme sense. I’m likely to steal the stars from the sky, but my aims remain grounded in reality. I can’t be pigeonholed into a single stereotype, because all labels apply to me at different points in time.
its reallly nice. short and sweet. way to goo Sashawasha! :)
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