The Moment

she flicks jet black hair
a smile, stare
there is beauty here
find perfection in her in perfect complexities
hoping for a connection
looking intently at her freckles
tan yet worn skin
thin delicate lips
blue and green sundress
resting over her petite physique
looking at her looking at you
yet sadly you walk away
the words left to say
think of her beautiful
body, face, hair, lips and physique all day
while thinking of all the things you should of said
before the moment shared was left dead

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