A (single) thought crossed my mind as the boy with curly locks of chocolate brown walked to my side.
His green eyes were bright with passion.
He had a passion for everything...
Rosy lips as soft as an angel's voice touched my bare skin. Oh, he was lovely.
(isn't) he lovely?
Butterflies filled my stomach as the boy with chocolate locks and emerald eyes grabbed my hand. He put down two matching suitcases, covered with a pattern of white roses, on the bed.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
His angelic lips answered "Italy" as they parted for each syllable like a rose in bloom. I kissed them gently; he was delicate like the flower.
It was a wonderful surprise. I smiled up at him. He took me everywhere, made me feel everything.
... Everything.
Even the heartbreak.
But I loved him for that. This was his way of giving our romance another chance. He took me to different destinations when things got bad. Oh, I loved him (bad).
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I've decided to explore a more poetic style of writing while I'm on a little break from writing "Nerd" because of school.
Please vote & comment if you like it :) xx
