I keep looking over there. He's over there. His silver-eyes sometime catch ,y glances. His black hair slightlly in his face. His slightlly tanned skin. His room is dark so his feautures stand out in the light that's going through his red curtains. You can see his ivory fauetures. But his light spots of a hint of tan is beautiful. His eyes have a nickel color with a hint of shine left.
He's tall. Only I know how much I wish I would the nerve to talk to him. Once he waved at me. But his house has an eeiry feel to it. His 2 story house that's painted buffed white. His smile makes me die a little. Oh how I love him. But how can you love something without it ever ntocing you? Only glances we share.
His teeth are pearly white. They are perfection. Everything about him is perfect. He is perfect.
But he dosen't notice me, Only the glances we share is proof that I exist in his world. But he would never fall in love with me. Like I have with him. I'm not his stalker. But my heart is his.
If only her knew me.
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Light In The Fog
Teen FictionHe barely notices me. He's basiclly perfect, But the only glances we catch is when he notices my existence. And they are my heaven. If only he knew me. I've never fit in. Not 'skinny'. Not 'pretty'. Not enough makeup on. Always get told 'your hair i...
