Something Sweet

Something Sweet

Her eyes are amazing,

They sparkle and shine.

Her hair is, well, messy, but I love it.

Her lips are soft and smooth.

Her cheeks are lightly colored pink but when she’s not around me,

they are a fire hot red.

Her hands are often sweaty but also very warm,

Which works out for me very well because my hands are always cold.

Her body is beautiful.

Her laugh is intoxicating.

Her smile is dazzling.

Her scars are almost healed and although I can’t make them go away,

I hope she knows I love them all the same.
Her skin is very pale and white.

Her eyelashes aren’t that long, but with the help of mascara, she could fly away if she tried.

Her ears don’t stick out, they are average I suppose.

Her braces are weird, I don’t like them.

I liked her better without them, although I have gotten used to them a lot more.

Her tongue, although it’s not as long as mine is slimy.

I must say she also has a very small mouth, I don’t know if it’s just me but I was having trouble.

Her personality is so crazy and yet I’m addicted,

She says she's aggressive and I say she’s gentle.

She says she wants to hug me and I say I want to kiss her.

In other’s eyes, she may be perceived as aggressive or bossy or moody but to me…

She's perfect.

Well, she's not perfect but she is perfect for me.

It’s like she's the missing piece.

The reason I have stayed alive this long, the one thing I was holding on to.

All of this time...It was her all along,

She came barging into my life,

with her sassy remarks,

and the way she obnoxiously starts speaking over people when she thinks she’s wrong.

She came into my life and she settled down right in the hole in my heart.

It’s like a part of me was missing and then out of nowhere it just wasn’t.

And I was so confused by it all I rejected this change,

I hate change.

But now I realize I need her in my life, to stay whole at least.

She brings me joy and happiness,

I don’t ever want to lose her, I won’t ever lose her.

I don’t really like junk food.

Junk food as in cookies, cake, or anything that has a lot of sugar in it.

I drink my coffee black, without creamer or sugar if that means anything to you.

Hazel is like your favorite Halloween candy.

Hazel is like your vanilla cake, that has three layers.

Hazel is like your favorite thing on top of your second favorite thing.

Hazel is sour and then sweet and then sour and then sweet.

There’s nothing I want more in this world.

Except for, of course, my third favorite thing…

Hazel is sour to others,

But she is sweet to me.

Hazel is something sweet.

Author's Note

Enjoy...let me know what you think. x~

Reviews

[JamieDarke]

Hi Bones; Though I've written a couple of shaped poems myself when I was young and dumb and living with mum, I'm not a fan of this way of writing. In my humble opinion too many lines beginning with "Her" and "Hazel."
Rewrite and I'll have another go at reading and then critiquing.