Chapter 11: brown eyed angel

shitty poems about dogs, drugs, fruit, and faggots for losers like meWords: 708

brown eyed angel

lives vicariously, lives fast, lives like she wont die.

brown eyed angel

with paint on her fingertips and dirt under her nails.

brown eyed angel

wearing her trusty flannel and the same beat up sneakers weathered by time.

brown eyed angel

standing in sunlight, beaming for the world to see.

brown eyed angel

walking next to me, shoulder to shoulder, hand to hand, heart to heart.

brown eyed angel

laughing, tripping over her feet like shes not used to this human body just yet.

brown eyed angel

warmth radiating from her, arms open like a front door to a childhood home.

brown eyed angel

seeing beauty in everything. seeing beauty in me.

brown eyed angel

looking at me like im the angel here.