Lilpop

Australia

Published Work

Enough

I can't be enough for him...
He's too perfect to love someone like me...

His words are like breathless angels, beautiful and dark...
His face, a portrait painted by a thousand artists, each with a unique aura...
His personality, pieced together by universe and all it's wonders...

Meanwhile my words are a crowd of ravens, sharp and a messenger for death...
My face is the reflection of a downfall of beauty...
My personality is difficult to see for others, and impossible to find for myself...

His eyes hold summer hazel secrets while mine hold the mud pools that people dread to associate with...

His hands carry the welcoming warmth of a calm ocean and the cold sweep of a wave, while my own bring forth the wrath of destruction for those who take hold...

His voice is the full moon on a clear summers night, it's the satisfying crunch of a leaf at the beginning of autumn and the first...