A book of poems.

Him.

The way he smiles could light up these dark roads for miles.

His eyes are like the ocean, bland with color but still beautiful.

                His beauty has its own everlasting immortality; Without seeing his face, or knowing the look of his face as he talks...

By hearing his voice, i know hes perfect

and i would do anything for him because he is worth it, his mind is dark and twisted but no matter what...he is still perfect.