Your eyes are brown. I flush when I think about how close we were for me to notice them. They are dark brown like chocolate powder color. I've never told you how much I liked them a little bit, and your long lashes hovering over a pound of dark honey, felt like the shadow of palm trees during burning gay summer. It always makes me a bit dizzy looking at you. Not dizzy like I'm going to faint; dizzy like I need to hold on to you so that I don't fall. Your eyes make my heart jump a little, and my breath shorten a little too. They are so cool, I feel hot like my skin is on fire, dry ice. I'm begging to be looked at over and over again with those brown eyes of yours. Your eyes made the brightest honey with mine.
You're running through my veins like a gold rush, monopolizing my thoughts. I suffocate a little bit thinking about you and I suddenly wish we kissed a little bit more; a little bit here and a little bit there. I suddenly wish we kissed more like lovers than anything less; but you look at me like someone easily disposable. You're food to my ego cause I lie to my friends about you. On the days we meet, they think I'm home. I won't say any more of this. I know I'm thinking backward but I'm really looking forward to meeting you again, at our spot.
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The Poems Of Existence
PuisiBased on my story. All the characters are real and alive; some I wish not, but anyways. This is what I wish I could tell them one day, somewhere and somehow but I'm glad I never did; so I just poemed my love, pain, fears, sins into existence and tha...
