In his sweet sunshine eyes, I found perfection
These faces are familiar, but he's the exception
What could be his name, that is the question
I wish I could ask, but I'm afraid of rejection
He raked his fingers through his auburn hair, another perfection
His eyes were searching, with puzzled expression
He walked away, without glancing at my direction
Don't give your heart to a stranger, that is the lesson
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Waves
PoetryEvery stroke of my pen feels like coming home. #MyYouth Highest Rank: #4 in poetry [May 17, 2016]
