Oct 15, 2008 19:32
I'm comparable to you.
You with your unnaturally
clear golden skin and
doll-like features perched on your
face.
You with the lines of your lips, so clean
You with your perpetually tangled brown hair
and bleeding Achilles heel.
You who runs
farther than me-
You who talks quieter than me-
You who is more prepared than me-
Youre comparable to me.
Me with the very last drops of summer in my hair
Me with my eyelashes and spectacular fingers
Me with a glow in the dark smile, never
wavering.
Me who runs faster than you-
Me who reaches farther-
Me who sings jolly-rancher sweet, loud
But I don't kiss boys the first night I meet them.