He captured her heart;
it wasn't anything special.
It was just another
fist - sized organ
pumping blood
through her body.
She listened to him.
He said everything she'd
read in John Green books;
and she fell for the nights
as easily she fell for him.
He held her hand.
It was a little smaller,
but as sweaty as his;
he just liked to feel
how he made her pulse.
She ruffled his hair,
they were softer than a cocoon.
She couldn't look him in the eye,
it just made her cheeks
boil in the afterglow of sunsets.
He kissed her forehead,
she leaned back,
he promised secrets
and she threw away the lies;
he looked into her eye,
she instantly knew
she'd wither away
for a long, long time.
-Oshee.
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PoetryThis is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)
