There was no one else
quite like him.
He smiled when ever I
rubbed his hand,
and laughed at cheesy
jokes.
He made me happy,
and I, him.
I found so much inspiration
within him. Him and
every curl that lay upon
his cheeks and his eyes
that mimicked the leaves
that are budding on the trees.
From the deep blue rivers
that flow across his wrists
to the creases in his cheeks
when he smiles.
What wasn't inspirational
about him... He is so beautiful,
so grand, like a human chandelier.
He lit up every room he stepped
into, causing hushed compliments,
teenage boys and girls to instantaneously
fall in love with him on the bus,
even though the knew, they knew
that they would never see him again.
So what couldn't be inspirational
about him? What about the boy
with the chocolate hair,
the emerald eyes and
the cherry stained lips,
wasn't pure perfection?
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Café Boy |h.s.|
FanfictionI watched this boy, he swayed slightly as he sang his songs. He shone with happiness, as he embellished the café with his voice of ...
