His hair, that makes my eyes fill with wonder. I long to run my hands through it. I wonder how it would feel, soft like velvet or crisp like a bundle of grain. As it changes color like a chameleon hiding from a predator. A vast array of colors from a rainbow. It's beautiful like an African sunset. Yet hypnotic like when a vampire stares into your eyes. I long to see it for real, but it will never be so.I will only see the colors, a child who longs for the experience. A bird with a broken wing can not fly. A fangirl who is broke, can never go.
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Poems of a teenage fangirl
PoesíaThese are all my poems so please ask if you can use them, most pictures are not mine.
