I love that boy - the one with the messy head if curls, and a smile mischievous enough to kill a stranger.
The one who's laughter lights up the whole room or space around him; who's heart is pure as gold. The one who's words are full of passion and ambition, words that inspire people to be greater.
I love that boy - and how he makes me nervous in his presence.
I love him —
But he doesn't love me.
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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...
