This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UNT chapter.
Bones of his face etched into my mind
The shadows bouncing off each hand movement of mine
Olive and brown, pale and dusk
Why is it that I feel so much?
Glow of his smile and scribbled hairs
A bond neither of us predicted we’d share
The softness of his foamy touch
Why is it that I feel so much?
Golden aura and golden milk
Scarves handwoven and shared of silk
Ticking time cherished as such
Why is it that I feel so much?
Highlights sprinkled in his waves
Hearty laughter bounding through his spirit caves
Eyebrows dancing in the moonlight’s clutch
Why is it that I feel so much?
Was I a stranger to the sunlight before?
His energy coursing through my soul evermore
Reaching the peak of electricity so fast
If life allows, we are bound to last.