317 Days - Breathing In Sequence
by JaymeEatWorld on August 14, 2008“You must find a boy your own age, someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite by its long stem with his eyes lowered, someone whose fingers are a poem.” White Oleander
So I'm back to realizing I've never dated the kind of boy I always dream about. I want someone soft and delicate, poetic and thoughtful, and just as small as I am.
I want someone with deep green eyes that take in the world around them. Someone with tender, small lips that speak only of important and intelligent things. Someone who speaks when it matters, and who says all the right things. Someone who's voice is like music, colourful and expressive.
I know he's out there somewhere, but he's not the one I'm with.
Make-over shows make me cry
No Comments