melodramatic fool ➹ l.s

two

Louis was beautiful, and I never

realized it until he actually lit

a cigarette and called me a

melodramatic fool.

why he called me that, I could never

know.

but his eyes were as blue as the sky

just before a storm,

and his lips were a shade of pink

that I can't begin to describe.

his voice was melancholic,

and his body was shaped,

in a way that I liked to think

that was only designed for me.