small and black or brown, sometimes they have hairs. some hate them. i think they are beautiful, and that’s why some call them beauty spots. i have a lot on my chest just like my mother and my brother has them too. and i’m glad we have that in common.
to kiss you, to tell you I love you, to tell you to please be mine forever. tempted to hug you, to jump into your arms and never let go. tempted to tell you how it hurts, how i’ve cried because of you, to tell you all the things I love about you.