Will it trim his heart....
if years after he'd reconcile our meetup? At times when in talks would he know of the alone fed stares thrown his way? Will it ever brighten his eyes the dreams I have been blooming since times, of his head in my crook and warm tears spilling stories out? Let alone, would his heart churn with the times my mind had been thrilled of the future seen together rotting in black. And of the times my heart had paced slower of imagining him sharing every thought planned of mine to a girl other than me. Will it hurt him as it does to me when I catch him staring at her...the girl, I could never dare to compete with. Or the nights would force him to sleep with my hushed rawed
breaths and....
It would hurt, certainly when he would ask how and when have I fallen? What would I say then? Those eyes that keeps everything behind. But truth be told, it never hurt when he stares around...it should but it does not. Then tell me where am I? somewhere far ahead in love or laying as a corpse still in his eyes?
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The Perfect Boy
RomanceActions speaks louder than words, the world say, but words write an expression to those actions. And how is even a confession complete without words. A story of youth, story of unspoken confessions. Hope you enjoy.
