One thing I can describe him is he's so loud like thunder,
Talkative, handsome stupid bad guy,
He's a gangster
And he likes to kiss me.
He has a piercing in his left ears but I don't care,
It perfectly fits in his face.
His eyebrows looks good in his puppy eyes,
And his lips is a damn good kisser.
He has a seaman haircut and a tattoo in his left shoulder but I don't care,
He looks so hot. Period.
His mind so green and that's what I like the most about him.
He is true to his self and I always joke that he's taking drugs because his imagination is beyond the Universe.
Everytime we talked. I avoid falling for him because I know I'm not his type even though he's telling me that he loves me. I want to believe that but I chose not to.
I think, he's the kind of guy that becomes serious when it comes to love.
He proves to me that looks doesn't define the beauty inside.
He is a living proof of wattpad character. Trust me.
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Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoesíaRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.