He smelled sweet.
Which I found odd.
Because boys aren't meant to smell sweet.
There supposed to smell... odd.
He's not like most boys
He knows, I know.
But every day he becomes more intriguing,
With every letter he writes, comes back to bite
With every picture he draws, that's filled with flaws
There's not much meaning,
why he's so appealing
I find myself dreaming
To lose this feeling
It's not right.
