There goes the archer of love hitting two hopeless victims again, the bow's side effects like fast heartbeats and blushing cheeks suddenly start to occur and shy eyes keep taking little secret glances from across the room, dreams start forming late at night, where the two romantics are dressed up in their fanciest clothes in a castle far away like a fairytale.
Every second is crushing their souls as they sit there so close but yet so far away, trying not to make it obvious that their hands are both aching to hold each other, tangled in an embrace so tight it could cure the bow's curse, tiny giggles, and sugar-sweet smiles fill up the atmosphere around them as cupid counts the ticks on the clock until the final moment where the clueless dorks finally admit the truth to themselves and to one another.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
