A little something my best-friend wrote. It's beautiful therealashley_
Eyes of a deep brown colour. Similar to chocolate, yet ringling with innocence of abstance. A crooked smile. Filled with simple abundance of normal happiness, yet hidden by anxieties. His breath lingers to the pint of the aim. Once he shoots the hoop, ah a certain serenity of happiness goes through him. Simile brown eyes, as to his skin. With a flick of his shoulder, a flash of a scar without a meaning, just to show flesh, but the tip of the cut only symbolizes a love.
His very own love, still confused, yet she feels a push of more. More, extraordinarism, as well as the increase of his love. A set of colourful colours while deep night moonlight. Just two souls, a light and love. Breathes colliding and entwines of hands. Feels of the needs as to hearts beating to become one. Laughter and sadness, love and madness.
