You claim
they are hidden,
small,
and squinty.
But your eyes
are what
embody you.
Those hazel orbs
hold all your sass
and all your sweetness,
and I
cherish nothing
more than
seeing them
staring
back at me.
Tag Archives: love
Heat Death
Any moment
not wrapped
in your arms,
tasting your lips,
is just a waste
of the time
that I spend
slipping towards
oblivion
waiting for the
inevitable
heat death
of the universe.
Thermoplastic
Let your secrets
set up in your
thermoplastic heart,
settled for the near future,
until the moment that you get hot
enough to flow
and you
remind us all
what it means
to either be in love
or have a temper.
Lips
I can
identify
your lips
from a
hundred paces.
Go ahead,
ask me
if I know
that your avatar
is a real
modified
photo of you.
I’d like to see
what you
believe.
Rexicorn 