She is plain
And unapologetically gorgeous.
Her hips sway,
And her voice is frustratingly nervous.
She is tall,
But her limbs sag simply and unknowingly.
She swims in a jasper twilight,
Trapped in her rose-tented optimism.
And I could only hold her
In the sweetest of daydreams.
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a collection of things I have written in college
1 comment:
I love how "plain" is so much more than just ordinary in this. On the contrary, the "she" seems extraordinary in the way that she can capture the attention of the speaker with mere subtleties of her very own nature.
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