In the house with a the little red door lived a boy with cute hazel eyes,
His heart full of gold
Just like the color of his hair
But mixed with a little brown
And a touch of yellow.
As he sleeps in that king size bed of his only fit for a young king like himself he has no idea that she was sitting on her queen sized bed thinking about his face.
The house was quiet not a peep was heard
As she lay in bed thinking whether or not he love her back
Now crying in the darkness as she thought what If not....
he sat on his bed reading that hardcover book of his wondering if he'll ever find love like in the stories
Secretly wishing he had that life.
YOU ARE READING
The little red door
RomanceI was in my feels about this one dude and so i wrote something different ;) it's a bit personal
