....But when I'm seated on that woody bench as he creeps closer, and stands beside me, oh lord how much do I ache for that beautiful sight! I feel so struck by his beauty. Those eyes, they shine brighter on catching up with the sun rays.... oh those lips, those lips when they run, get my heartbeat racing faster. I can simply feel my loins stirring, but all of a sudden I face the ground and I can feel the edge of my lips bend into a shy curve. Marvelling at the sight of his beauty has always made me feel like I'm home, home to a place I've always dreamt of; home to heaven.
Very own crystals of mine, they dream, and I wake up with a pang in my heart and a tear in my browns, for my soul knows he'll soon drift apart. And I weep deeper, as the a.m. begins to set down.
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Seasons of Youth
General FictionGreetings!! This book is going to be a compilation of the prose and poetries that I write. Most of it is something that almost everyone can relate to, specially if they've ever felt connected to someone. Music has always been an indispensable part...
