i didn't know he'd be here tonight.
his body figure stands out in the shine,
as if now he was Edward replica from Twilight.
there, he's ravishing me on cloud 9.
when would you come to meet me?
it's the way you look at me that get me high,
in my head i've a plan to flee,
just a little bit of you and i for the night.
how come every time time you're in my sight, i shutdown, cease all activity, processing on how to make you my own.
handsomely stunning view; I blink once, twice, you're hovering above my 5"4 frame kissing my shoulder
but all I see now is you smiling at her.
Mr. Strangely Mythical won't win over again,
you'll find me standing in the rain.
YOU ARE READING
museum of moments
Non-FictionHere comes the madness, they said. You'll find your own way by experiencing life. Don't be afraid of losing yourself in the process. This book is for the scarred, the lonely and the misunderstood.
