It felt like a dream
that I never wanted
to wake up from.
I saw his smile beam
as he saw me.
He was taller than I thought.
His hands
were bigger than I thought.
His demeanor
was more enchanting than I thought.
His personality
was more whimsical than I thought.
His eyes.
His eyes.
His eyes
could drive me insane.
I could stare at them all day,
if I could;
if I may.
He was my storm,
hauntingly beautiful
and vividly exquisite.
He was so warm
and I
was so cold.
I still remember
the feeling of his lips
on my fingertips.
If this was a dream,
I never wanted to wake up.
If he was my quicksand,
I just wanted to be stuck.
If he was my game of poker,
then I would try my luck.
He was,
still is,
and always will be
my everything.
-YET-
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Legacy
Teen FictionIn the darkness, in the light, who will fight to win the night? -YET- Everyone has a story. They have a certain purpose towards their life and have goals complimenting their chosen paths. Such paths may be overwhelming as well as emotionally induc...
