Well, he looked my way... It was all magic and tingles and warm and cold and... He's beautiful. When he sang to me my soul lifted from where it was and seemed to float. I felt something so sweet in my heart... but I couldn't admit it. I could only smile-a little uncomfortable because of the position I was in. Every time I opened my mouth it was empty of the words that have so often plagued me! It was absolutely incredible!
His eyes found mine
His smile appeared
His hug was warm
My cheeks warmed too
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The Heart of a Poet
Teen FictionA story about a teenage poet who is discouraged by the fact that people don't understand her. Told in first person.
