The Tall Boy.
Five foot, two inches,Is that short, would you say?
Six foot, Five inches,
Is that tall, do you think?
Well imagine those together,
And my audience you have,
Short girl,
Fifteen years old,
Short black hair, covering the right eye,
Black rimmed glasses,
Framing black outlined eyes,
Framing the green iris,
With the keyhole pupils.
Black t-shirt of My Chemical Romance,
Black painted fingernails,
And black skinny jeans,
Leading to size three feet
With black pumps.
Tall boy,
Sixteen years old,
Shorter brown hair,
Sparkling brown eyes,
Which change colour with emotion,
When with short girl,
Eyes are green, with yellow framed pupils,
When leaving,
Eyes are brown, with hints of green.
Muscular upper body,
Hidden by the blue Ecko t-shirt,
Toned thighs,
Strong calfs,
Veiled by light blue baggy jeans.
And underneath those,
The grey smiley face boxers,
That he knows she loves,
Rounded off with the size twelve feet,
Ecko trainers, obviously.
The girl looks up at her boyfriend,
And sees the love in his gorgeous eyes,
Feels the love as he wipes her cheek,
Stealing the silent tear.
Slowly he bends, kisses her soft lips,
Savours the taste,
And wishes so much that he can be with her forever,
Holds her close,
Makes her feel safe,
Doesn't want to let her go.
She tightens her grasp,
As he loosens his,
She doesn't want him to go,
But the choice is not theirs,
At least for now.
Put the tall boy,
Who is named Rory,
With the short girl,
Who is named Charlie,
Then you get a couple.
My boyfriend and I.
In love together,
In love apart.
Poetry by TigerEyes
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Written on 2009-10-25 at 19:11
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