There's a beautiful stranger
I hope he doesn't notice
My staring at him.
Standing there
With his amazing blue eyes And(sometimes) wavy brown hair
I hope he doesn't notice
My burning cheeks
My total awkwardness
I think I'm in love
With that beautiful stranger
Standing there
That stranger with
His beautiful smile
His amazing eyes
His magnificent soul
I love him.
To the moon and back
Till the end of time
YOU ARE READING
Miscellaneous Poetry
Poezjajust a big ball of weird poems I'll probably regret in 20 years.
