ThePoet
Spectator
- Joined
- May 14, 2013
- Messages
- 15
- Reaction score
- 18
I love those little things about ourselves,
The tiny imperfections
That make us all human.
The scar above your eyebrow from when you were a little kid,
The goosebumps that crawl up your naked arms,
The way your cheeks flush when someone says your name
I like the way you can hold one moment in the palm of your hands,
Like tracing the stars with delicate fingertips,
And those beautiful thoughts you think about right before you drift off to sleep.
Breathe in the warm omens
and the laughter
and the simplicity.
Innocent,
But powerful.
The tiny imperfections
That make us all human.
The scar above your eyebrow from when you were a little kid,
The goosebumps that crawl up your naked arms,
The way your cheeks flush when someone says your name
I like the way you can hold one moment in the palm of your hands,
Like tracing the stars with delicate fingertips,
And those beautiful thoughts you think about right before you drift off to sleep.
Breathe in the warm omens
and the laughter
and the simplicity.
Innocent,
But powerful.
