5 Things I Love About Her
[for killingorder]
1 - her hair her flaming curls are the colour of love— my love for her.
2 - her skin she bled herself dry and all what's left is the pale colour of snow.
3 - her eyes "look no longer," he said "or her emerald eyes will grow meadow in you heart."
4 - her drawings she is art— detailed and flawed in a way that she’s perfect and awed.
5 - she's awkward graceful you will see her— in the halls, in the streets —glittering like the stars.
— vsa
okay so this is like my fourth time of greeting you: happy seventeenth birthday johanna! i’m sorry that this poem would probably suck but this is for you. and i hope that u’d start loving poems and won’t be afraid of being the one who texts first. i love you and let’s be dork togetha :*
ps: i like ur voice but u r still a loser
