My Peacock

Ever since the first day my eyes locked with yours,
my sentiments have once again been aroused,
and my need to write somewhat idiotic love poems,
has become all but a howl in my ear.
your bleached hair and brown roots,
make me smile cause,
thats who you are.
You said I looked like Betty Paige when we met,
I act so stupid around you,
Among the dark clothes an black hair,
you sit like a peacock in your colorful shirts,
and I have to laugh silently.
Somehow I'll slip this to you,
I don't quite know how.
I feel like I've been running,
and heat creeps over me,
washing like a water hose.
ever since the first day,
my eyes locked with yours.

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