Perfection.
His hair holds soft waves
with a golden color.
His cheeks are painted with roses.
Moisture dances on his lips.
His eyes capture a vibrant hazel
that stands out from their place.
His jaw is sharp,
touching it would cause a paper cut.
His fingers are rough, age and hard
work is pressed through the creases.
His arms are built and stiff.
Scars line his old body tissue,
they tell a story of pain.
A surgical scar on his stomach shares
the story of battle.
He is tough,
but his heart melts at anything.
The hums that leave
his soft lips are soothing.
Creases on his forehead
show his tough work.
He stands out in a crowd
like a rose in a field daisies.
He is all that is loved.
{cough*cough*ashton*cough}
YOU ARE READING
alright.
Short Storyare you okay? yeah, im alright. •••••••••• All copy write belongs to @ashtonschuckle- no stealing ideas or themes of the story.
