From afar I have already spotted him.
His soft, soot hair, swept to the right side of his head. His deep, dark eyes, like the colour of a hollow pit I could clumsily fall into. His plump, sinful lips, looking like it's desperate for mine. His face- his long, kissable face...
He smiled as he saw me. His teeth were showing, so was his left dimple. It was so genuine, so warm, so beautiful, and I felt like the safest person on this planet. And I felt lucky and victorious to have successfully drew that perfect smile on his face.
I walked to him. I could feel his heart was beating as mad as mine. I could feel how shaky he is, how nervous he is, how insane this was driving him, when I was approaching towards him, because I felt the same way, too, as I made my way to him. His cheeks are burning, his eyes are ablaze.
From afar, I have already felt his fireworks. And in that moment, I realized, we were the brightest in the room.
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PoetryIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
