Hair Cut
I can't stop staring.
It's different I see.
He cut his hair,
And I cannot deny,
that it makes him look greater.
More mature-like is he,
and it makes my heart flutter.
The wings of the butterflies
inside beckon for a rise.
A rise in feelings,
and in sweet looks.
The rise in goals,
And sweet candy crooks.
I look upon him,
in his sweet green eyes.
While he does not know,
what can rise.
We'll continue on,
but still looking.
For great opportunities,
are still cooking.
So if it does not work,
I will not make a fuss.
For it is just I,
and not us.
But for if this flies,
I cannot tell a lie.
It'll be the greatest one,
I've ever done
YOU ARE READING
Shorty Stories!
Short StoryThis is a book full of randoms, unrealated (maybe) short stories! There's violence, romance, stupidity, and more! Bewere of references and maybe some fangirling. Nosebleeds included! Read at your own risk, kidos! ;)
