fresh snowflakes fell from the night sky
the way i fell for you.
they caressed my cheek the way you would
when i felt sad.
i walked down the alley clutching your black
gloves.
the stars shone down on me,as you would when we
were exploding of joy.
you would take me in your grasp from behind,
then you would lift me up as screamed for you
to put me down.
you would eventually put me down and grab my cheek,
look into my eyes,and press your soft,pink lips against mine.
a single tear slipped from my eye when i thought of you
because you were my only real happiness.
i first saw you in the coffee shop,you looked drained.
i looked away when you looked at me,you smiled.
you had dimples and dark brown eyes,
and your brown hair was messy in a way that was satisfying.
you came over to me and sat at my lonely table.
i told you my name and you told me yours.
cole maxwell.
when i heard your name it sounded perfect.
perfect is never real.
all my love,
kassandra deans
