Her beauty was as delicate as a snowflake; water for a parched throat.
Her fingers kiss the tips of mine. It was almost euphoria.
With a single peck of the lips she brings me to life.
A single star in a galaxy of debris.
An angel in the making; the girl of my dreams.
But that's all she'll ever be. A figure of my imagination.
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RandomA collection of the little fishes that swim around in my head. Some people call them quotes, short stories, poems, rants etc. They distract me when I'm supposed to be doing 'important' things like homework or cleaning my room. All rights reserved...
