You were always getting enough of his glances. A spark of brilliance visible under the sun, to turn instantly to pitch-darkness.
The moment was impermanent, temporary, transient. But the sensation was a shock from the flash of a camera, seeing your picture without getting ready. After the turn away, you were longing for more. To bring back the light that was once for you. For the spotlight to focus on you. But, you weren't ready. So, you we're just always getting enough of his glances.
A shy girl who was always getting enough of his glances. Just.
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Love, Pain & Poetry [✓]
PoetryI think of you. I think of you in the very depths of my mind. Like Lava you flowed through, Burning my brain cells to dysfunction. A collection of original poems and prose about Love, Pain, and Poetry.
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