Stuck in the stereotype
The Sun hits the eyes just right, they appear more green than brown in the light
Though hiding from the camera always smiling at the attempted capture of the moment
A few teeth not quite in line and dirt...no a beauty mark beneath the left eye
A laugh that changes every time it escapes and sarcasm so dry it almost breaks
Truly not the class book nerd, but nature lover just waiting to be heard
This poem is about:
Me