When it rained,
cloud tears or sunshine leers,
both quite queer
she was a peacock, elegant,
inevitably dancing
her way into my heart

her curly, messy, untamed hair
always up in a bun,
strands struggling to go astray
while she moved her body
swaying it to invisible tunes
in her head, which,
occasionally, slipped past her lips

when she threw her head back, laughing,
her melodious laugh, sweet mother of god,
who knows who blushed more
her, at my longing gaze,
or me, witnessing something
rare like her.

[Featured Image is from here.]
//Listening to Beautiful by Bazzi
Hey, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel.
//Maybe I fall for way too many girls, too fast, too hard.

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