Poems from a liar

Poems from a liar ( His green eyes)

He makes my heart race.

Just with a quick thought.

The touch of his lips on mine shoot chills up my spin. As are fingers inter-twin.

His eyes are so green.

Then there glints of shimmering red.

I wish I could tell him how i felt.

I wish I didn't plan what I was going to say. Just for him to not follow the script in my mind.

In my mind....

Its just him and me against the world.

Those green eyes stare at mine.

Throw sharp curve ball glanced in my direction, when he thinks im not looking.

The thought of a warm smile...

Is all I need.

It would all be too good to be true.

Wait...that's right.

He called me His bestie.

Sadly, he says were just friends....

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I hate friends with benefits. Ugh...But thanks for reading everyone