They say when you lose yourself, you are empty and gone.
They say when you lose focus, you are not your best form.
They say follow the light, but how can you when darkness is his name
His eyes are fire drawing me in to the flame
This wasn't meant to happen, but who can take the blame
He shot his arrow and now I can't depart
But beauty is perception and imperfections are his art
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Teen FictionIt was my exasperation that made me sneak out. It was my stupidity to go out at 4 am. It was my curiosity that made me go towards the body. It was to my surprise he was the most beautiful guy I have ever seen. It was my mistake that he opened his ey...
