Photoetry

Your face is out-of-focus, stranger, and maybe you're crying under the weight of your hair, maybe you're blushing beet red under there... but I'll never know.I could make up stories about you all night.I imagine when you smile, dimples crease your cheeks and fireflies appear in your eyes, but traffic will never stop dead for you.I imagine you're one-of-a-kind caught up in a sea of average.You'll laugh when fingertips tickle your heels and your heart beats just the same as mine beneath your skin.You're a writer or a singer who hasn't been discovered.You're a princess whose bright crown has yet to be uncovered.And maybe you have dreams the s...