Chapter one
He was wild,
But not too much
He was also quiet and funny,
And he was smart
He is into sports,
And he speaks so softly to me,
That sometimes I feel like he's humming a song
He appreciated me, of course,
And he is a friend
It was uncommon for me to meet a guy like him
Maybe twice in a hundred lifetimes,
I hope I would meet you again
So then by Wednesday afternoon,
I can't help but be breath taken.
~nez
To:E
YOU ARE READING
Soft-spoken
Poetry" Poetry, dedicated to the fallen lovers, the broken friendships, and letters I could not send to someone. Poetry dedicated to you, dedicated to the aching hearts and the healing ones. Poetry for those who has their minds embellished with the thoug...
