I am penning down these words,not knowing if it’s a poem or words of compliment,
if it’s morning or evening,
if it’s my heart trying to say ‘hi’ or it’s my hands just want to scribble that is readable,
your face doesn’t glitter,
it gives all the reasons for a heart to glitter,
a face made from Gede soil,
underneath your lower lip,
a birthmark,beauty spot or a pierce for beauty,
eyes that can make a man intimidated,
Santa,a beauty,a piece of art,
drunk yet sober,
ice on water,
shadows only present in my imagination,
beautiful on beautiful itself,
smiles that don’t define your beauty,
but add fire on fire itself,
kill them with your beauty on a beautiful face.
Dark hands 