If I had the opportunity, I'd ask for two more sugars. I'd pretend to smile and laugh at your uptown musings. I would pucker my pout, tinsel my cheekbones, giggle like Hollywood and fill in my brows.
Believe that I am beautiful. Because you always tell me I am beautiful.
I would decorate my anklebones, feel the sand crunch beneath our toes as we walk through the solitaire- and all the memories we now share. And I would tell you 'I have never met someone as crazy as you'. Your face would crea