Those Large Glass Windows Lie.You sat behind the obscenely large glass windows, sipping tea.More Like This
And to the world you were just another girl in a coffee shop.
To me, you were far less.
All you were was numerous particles and molecules molded into a girl.
To the eye of passerby's you were probably beautiful.
Hair the color of the sky after the sun has spent it's day burning it up.
Almost crimson, you could even say.
Your skin was the color of the whitest fallen feather of a morning dove.
Almost translucent, and I would have thought you albino,
But your eyes, oh they were the color of a dream.
Almost like the rain forest and the bluest ocean met and meshed into one.
You had dimples that looked like they could have been carved by a rose.
And your lips were a shade of bloody massacre.
More red than the ripest apple.
The forbidden apple.
Your cheek bones look to have been sculpted by a God.
You were hideous, and unappealing.
Because to tell you the truth, I've never found anything beautiful.
Especially not you.
You were hid