♡ H e r p o v ♡
"He always sat alone, and I bearly ever saw him around town. I wanted to get to know him. Pass through all the rumors and get to know the shy, quiet boy under the hoodie.
He was a mystery, tones of black and white; while everyone stood in vivid colour. I wanted to know his favourite music, what he was always listening to during the teacher's lectures. His favourite colours and how he saw them; how they became his favourite. His favourite number and if it was his lucky number. I wanted to know his hobbies, what he loved doing.
I wanted to hear his words, whether they were spoken in vibrant hues or dark gradient shades of blue. I wanted to hold him close and comfort him so he knew he wasn't alone. I wanted to be there for him to talk to. I wanted him to know he could trust me.
I wanted to get close, wait till he felt safe in letting me in. I wanted to feel his touch brush across my skin. I wanted him to be happy- be the reason a smile forms upon his face.
That day...
He raced out of the classroom, away from the echoing laughter and snickering, the pointing of fingers. I followed out after him. I had him until he broke out into the field of trees I guessed was his escape. I stopped and stepped back.
The last thing I wanted to do was intrude his safe haven and personal place.
I understood how he felt.
The forest was once my home too..."
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
