i guess i knew those were the last moments i would be seeing him for awhile. his hair covered his face when he put his beautiful words into the microphone. the lights flashed on the loud crowd, beads of sweat evident on their faces as they jumped along to the rhythm. something about his body was mesmerizing, the way he moved it as he jumped around the stage. his smile would faintly show through his ruffled hair causing my heart to flutter. i was intoxicated without taking a sip of alcohol. his image was printed on my mind even as i left the building.
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the boy // c.h
Poésiea girl who writes about a boy who doesn't even know she exists
