Poetry

A Tale.

He had the most beautiful pair of brown eyes
i had ever seen
With the right complexion to complement them
The hot-dog scent he had in the mornings
made him even more adorable
A second didn’t pass without his thought of me
Made me wish his cell phone was glued to his ears
His subtle voice woke me up at dawn
Mine wasn’t even close
As i had to feign it.
At night, we would sit, watch the stars
And just enjoy each other’s company.
For a second, i almost got carried away
Was too good to be true
Until reality dawned on me…

He wasn’t saved.

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