He's the finest arrangement of stardust I've ever stumbled across.
Eyes blue, encircled grey clouds, just after dusk; I started to panic.
Smile so sweet, matched with a heart of gold, softer than snowfall.
The warm summer air brushes against his flushed, yet pale, skin.
You will never see this, therefore you will never know
The way this weary soul regards you, within his words untold.
YOU ARE READING
Abstract Pieces of Art
FantasíaA whole lot of short stories and poetry that I write from time to time. Enjoy!
