Fingertips
tap dance
across your
back.
Goosebumps
applaud
the performance.
Hair
claims a
standing ovation.
Through your
eyes
the tiny
sunbursts
to the right
under your pupil
melt my winter
heart
letting my mind
bloom
into all the
beauty
I thought I'd
never be.
tap dance
across your
back.
Goosebumps
applaud
the performance.
Hair
claims a
standing ovation.
Through your
eyes
the tiny
sunbursts
to the right
under your pupil
melt my winter
heart
letting my mind
bloom
into all the
beauty
I thought I'd
never be.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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