Boy In Ripped Jeans Poem by Khethiwe Ndlovu

Boy in ripped jeans, I'd choose you over that swaggered up boy any day.
Your delicate touch is what gives me chills down my spine.
Your love gets better but never gets old, au contraire, unlike wine
Your smart mouth and shyness is what draws me to you instead of that boy who thinks I'll melt at his feet with his mom's borrowed Benz and a 'Hey baby, how'd you do? '
Your complete loss of words at the sight of me instead of his cocky cheesy pick up lines is what will keep you running on my mind like Usain Bolt at the Olympics.
Your oh so heavenly smile instead of his epic failed grin is what I'd die to end my day with.
Your arms are my safe haven whenever I'm petrified
It's like all my past fears and doubts have died.
My emotions will be flying G6 style at the warm embrace of your arms instead of his unsuccessful attempt of grabbing parts of me he can't even afford.
Your tender touch and the way your lips gracefully caress mine is what sends chills down my spinal chord
Your ability to make me laugh when I'm grumpy doesn't make my heart skip a beat, it creates one.
The way you just accept me with my craziness and see that we don't need booze to have fun.
Your deep husky voice is what makes my knees weak, you make me fall in love with my name and everything you speak.
Boy in ripped jeans you've awoken what's dead within me and my obscured picture of love.
The way your eyes crinkle up when you laugh and the little cute laugh you possess is what drives me to the verge of insanity... In a good way
I'd stay up with all night so we can figure out our 2am selves any day
In a room full of people my eyes would roam just to get locked into yours and fall into a deep mesmerising trans
Boy I don't know when this happened but I'm drowning but I'm glad I took the chance.