"He is intriguingly haunting.
A poetic verse, constantly evolving."
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He could touch me like the rolling waves that kissed the softest sand. Make me feel the safest I've ever felt in his velvet hands.
He was the raging river.
His voice like my love for the roar of thunder.
He's innocent, yet the type of trouble so inviting.
His waters are just as tempting and engulfing.
In his eyes the strangest thing..one shows touches of light, while the other hides many dark mysterious things.
He's still beautifully a mess.
Both rough and gentleness.
I know it takes a shit load of darkness to make a star shine. I was so intrigued, he constantly ran through
my mind.
He'd pull me close, only to push me away.
He'd be so distant, then find the right words to say.
His deep depth swallows me whole.
How he makes me feel, is out of control.
He makes me so confused that it was even impossible for me to write a line or two.
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