The air around smelt sweet at the sight of those lusciously pink lips and that stunningly gorgeous smile, it beamed across the room. Could there ever be a smile so beautiful that wasn't hers?
Those soft, bright, beautiful eyes glinted as she picked up her pastel pen and took to writing and that second I fixated on her in class, I stared into them intensely. Could there ever be eyes so insanely gorgeous that weren't hers?
Those soft, blonde baby hairs twirled around her careful, tattooed fingers, as she concentrated with her thought process. Could there be any person as creatively pursued as her?
Those soft eyebrows raised and her eyes squinted as she showed a suggestive expression, that gorgeous smile projecting across the room. Was there any soul as innocent and cute as hers? Was there anybody as breathtaking as her? Was there ever going to be a person that resembled that beauty of CryBaby's? Was I ever going to finally confess this inperishable want, to be with her?
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Letters - A Ben x CryBaby Poetry Book
PoetryDISCONTINUED: I was watching K-12 again recently, and I always absolutely adored the connection between Ben and CryBaby. This time, I got the idea to write letters that present Ben's perspective of the situation, and what other emotions Ben felt tow...
