From the way you walked, to the way you spoke, to the way the corners of your mouth curved into a small, discrete smile.
How you managed to steal the air from my lungs, leaving me gasping and drowning as I failed to breathe and steal the air back from you, unaware of the toxins you had replaced it with.
How you fiddled with the pen in your hand making it glide between your fingers in a whirl; as you focused on the paper in front of you.
How you barely gave a laugh, but more a snicker, refusing to show your perfect smile. I didn't have to see it, to know I would receive a swarm of restless butterflies in the pit of my stomach.
I was always told I was too young to know what love was. No one is too young to experience some form of love and I knew I could describe it better than most.
And if I had to describe it in just one word...
It would be you...
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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...
