The way he looks down at me gives me butterflies.
The way he looks at me for help through the window when he has to talk to the teacher alone gives me butterflies.
The way he glances at me when I read him my answers gives me butterflies.
All his looks give me butterflies and yet I can't seem to remember the colour of his eyes.
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night time poetry
Poesía*Poetry and quotes I come up with when I'm supposed to be asleep* Most are quite short so the last chapter will be all of them combined They will get better and most will be triggering I will update occasionally but I'm marking as complete Please v...
