Streaks to Remember You

I sit here, thinking of you,

staring at my phone,

Enamored by my stupidity.

How could someone like you ever have feelings for me?

Someone as beautiful, and smart, and funny, and perfect?

Ever love someone like me?

As I sit here, thinking of you,

Staring at my phone,

I shed a tear, thinking of your hair.

Your perfect blond hair,

Those streaks of brown.

Thinking of those,

I look at the paper in front of me,

Grabbing the pen by my side,

And I plunge it onto the paper.

Drawing those perfect streaks,

Because I love them,

Because I love you.

Reviews

[Simon Welsh]

People eh? They always surprise you.

[Brandon Langley]

What else are they other than that and a dissapointment?

[Brandon Langley]

*disappointment*