I picked myself to gaze at her beauty to find her walking towards extending her silhouette hands I took it as a sign of love and affection something I was starved. To see the girl I adored look at me for longer than a simple glance. But I lived for those glances every single one made my heart flutter and made butterflies appear. I took her hand it fell like silk against my rough damaged jacket covering my bruised hand.
She smiled led did I make her smile nevermind that she smiled at me she then caressed my face tucking my hair behind my ears. The ears that I thought were too big but now they were lucky extraordinary even to receive her touch, oh even a small one made me fall even deeper in love. Her delicate hands left me I felt empty without her simple to touch she then picked my books and said are you always this clumsy I nodded furiously she laughed. Was she laughing at me was she making fun of me she opened her purse and wrote something down it was numbers to exact it was her number.
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I am her's and she is mine
ПоэзияHer brown hair flowing in the wind as she rides her bike She is beautiful She is priceless She is my girlfriend
