no longer does he linger with the scent of ash and barley
his skin emanates of sandalwood and hasty i love yous
such a pretty boy he is with lips so soft and eyes so warm. hair as bright as day;
and a smile fit for a prince.
perhaps he is.
my prince
mine?
perhaps this pretty boy may be mine. at least
i hope so
coffee at 5:37am waiting for dad, wind in your hair at 6:21am waiting for dad, views so gorgeous at 9:02am watching out for him and his ever so gorgeous son
which is you
for a prince could only gain so much praise among men
those chocolate eyes could convince me to hunger again
he could convince me to be one once more
to be whole for him
i must stay intact.
two stones cannot make a boulder, but a boulder can indeed make two stones.
please don't no you can't do this; i tell myself as it gives in
his smile
oh his smile
no no don't not again
those rosy cheeks ever so light and innocent
where did i go?
