" where she is the queen "
At this point, my words don't even mean anything, my lines are random, my meanings are all over the place, my endings are left in the middle. I've not the slightest idea if I can compose something coherent. It all feels li...
he was a boy whose soul sang melancholically , bittersweet baritone voice ,
he grinned like he was shy ,
he danced to his own grooves as if the world didn't exist outside but inside him ,
sang like sorrow was joy and heartaches were festivals ,
his eyes - I don't know what colour it really is , maybe a faded grey when he is forlorn ? maybe a longing green when he is home ? maybe an incomplete blue when he is in love ?
Hair so stubborn like an adorable 10 year old running everywhere in the backyard , soft curls and strong waywardness ,
lips like poetry ,
how he shines , how he sparkles , how he tinkles , the boy who likes boys , doesn't know I like him too much .
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