Boys who are in love look the best.
Their twinkling and sparkling eyes with bright, bursting colours no one could explain its beauty, yet so soft and defenseless, become their attraction. You could see hopes and dreams in them, barred with manly gates.
Their cheeks are faintly flushed to a light shade of pink even when looking at the person he is in love with, and would turn hot and rose red when they are one step closer.
The smile and the way he tries to hide it for no reason amuses others. Why would he try to hide his smile, anyway? Boys are weird. Just let them know that you're happy and glad to be near them.
The laughter are so controlled, so insecure. His eyes would drop to the floor instead of throwing his head back. His fingers- so shaky and long, but brave as he dares to linger them around places.
His voice becomes lower, and so deep to the point where no one can listen to the words he's saying accept themselves. People will notice a little difference between the voice he uses to talk casually and to the person he has fallen in love with.
Because I have. I have seen a boy in love. He looked wonderful.
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A/n: daVE fRAnco yeSS
[16/10/16]
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Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
PoetryIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
