as a kid,
he had a big heart
and small hands,
and eyes that were a little too big,
but were so pretty, nonetheless.
and when he got older,
his heart shrunk and his hands got bigger,
and his eyes,
his pretty green eyes,
could send shivers down your spine.
behind those eyes,
was his brain,
which is where all the beautiful,
creative, sad, happy, lovely words were thought of.
and his lips,
so soft and kissable,
when they opened,
a smooth voice came out.
even when he sang,
it was all so perfect,
so when he was a child
to now,
with his heavenly voice,
and creative mind,
it was no wonder why
I fell for him the way
you fall asleep;
slowly,
and then
all at once.
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Depression and Suicide Quotes and Poems, Book 2!
PoetryBook number one is found on my profile if you'd like to read it before you read this one (highly suggested).
