If God took
The Sun and
The Clouds and
The Moon and
Formed them into a dough
Handed it to my dreams and
Said show her what you look like
It would be him
Skin like porcelain
Formed out of the clay of Gods
Blessed by Aphrodite herself
Every crack and crevice was
Made for me to fill
To fit in
To make complete
Eyes shine like diamonds
The brown ones
Like the earth we come from
Like mine but
Different
Jawline sharp like
The trauma
That comes back every once in a while but
He stays
Locked into my head
I'm stuck with his image but
Not his touch
Not his scent
Not him
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My Love for him in a series of Poems
PoetryA bunch of poems I wrote about a boy that I love.
