Beauty

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Smart.

Handsome—deadly handsome.

Charming.

Tender.

Dazzling.

Smiling.

Funny.

Beautiful, just beautiful.

Those are the words I use to describe you.

The words used to describe you in my head,

In the back if my mind,

Where all my darkest secrets lie.

You are beautiful.

Your sea green eyes lighting up the room like a lighthouse at midnight.

They hypnotize me,

Making me listen to your every word,

Your every phrase,

Your every pause.

You smile makes me melt on the spot.

I stare at your smile like an idiot.

I want to take a picture of it so I can be reminded of how it looks up close.

You hair is combed back in a cute manner.

It is a light cocoa colour.

I want to smell it to see if it smells like cocoa or chocolate.

I just want an excuse to come near you.

Come near your face,

Your body,

Come near you.

I want to untangle your adorable, adorable hair.

I want to entwine my fingers with yours to get you stare at me.

I want to get you to notice me.

I will do anything to get you to notice me.

I want you to smile at me or even laugh at me.

There is always a meaning behind a smile.

I want to know the meaning behind your smile.

Your skin glows a deep beige colour.

My fingers have the urge to run down your sharp jaw line.

It tempting,

Very tempting.

My fingers have the urge to run down your neck to the region of your chest.

I want my ear to lay on your chest to hear your warm heart beat.

Thump thump.

Thump thump.

Thump thump.

You are nothing but a beautiful boy.

A beautiful boy I want,

But I know in my heart I will not have you to myself.

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