The Art of Her
Your smile is what I crave for,
with those lovely braces.
The way you move your lips,
with all your curly graces.
The way you move your body,
into the night's light shade.
With my heart chasing yours,
but yours is too far ahead.
And then you flips your hair, in the air,
that makes my heart dances.
Flying like an owl, with wind, my soul.
keeps falling for those ounces.
And I wish to keep you in my heart, warm site
but you keep searching for houses, dread.
Sheep shaped cloud, loud, noisy white,
sea of feelings, rain floods, wine, drops, Red.
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