iris by the goo goo dolls. that's it. that's the a/n...

JK YOU THOUGHT-

this poem isn't necessarily dreamy (i promise i'll get back to the theme soon, sorry!!!) but i wanted to write a poem about a more courageous version of myself, and i love how it turned out!

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she was loud

bold

flirtatious

with half of her

chest

hanging out of

whatever scrap of

fabric

she swathed around

her waist

her nails were cut

short,

her eyes framed by

coal-colored lashes

the depths of her

irises

the deepest brown

less like

chocolate

than like umber

or soil

a dull brown that

somehow

always shone with

excitement

and

life

her laughs were

raucous

the spiral strands of her

black hair

forever tousled and

out of place

falling into her

eyes

sweeping over her

imperfect nose and

cherry blossom lips

as she turned her

face to the side

and thoughtfulness

took over her

expression

she wasn't a

model

or a scholar

she wasn't even

someone

that everyone

wanted

really

she was just a

girl

and the

authenticity

of it all

was

magical