The sweet taste of vanilla lattes danced across my tongue. A cold nip of fall in the air. I pull my sleeves up far to cover fingers. The loss hair that fell out of my top bun ticked my cheeks. My carmel cinnamon muffin long forgot as I fell deeper into Edgar Allan Poe's words.
The soft ring as the door was opened. A cooling chill brush against my cheek. A angel walked in that I just couldn't look away but my heart was lost in that moment.
My heart paperback heart, dogged eared and ceased to the outside world. The color is fade out and the spine is worn. I don't think it can take being opened and thrown back on the shelf. So I looked away but I can feel eyes on me. Oh the eyes from heaven were on me but I couldn't let my paperback heart get hurt.
