he feels like the time between summer and autumn- he's a whirlwind of dark hair and ever-shifting eyes that burst with supernovas, the kind of boy that burns the stars until they ignite and explode, the kind that makes the sun flicker and the stars dance. he's the kind of boy that makes flowers bloom when he walks, an array of lilacs and cherry blossoms.
he's got carnations in his hair and sunlight wraps around him- even the sun itself loves him! he's a vibrant el porto sunset and the stars themselves smile upon him, for he's their most extraordinary creation.
he thinks that he's not beautiful cause' he's never really believed it when people told him that he was.
stupid boy, can't you see that you're the world's eighth wonder?
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"i know it's just a number, but you're the eighth wonder" -wilson (expensive mistakes) by fall out boy
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
riptide | poetry
PuisiCupid shoots with a bow and arrow, some loves are bound to hurt you from the start. [ A collection of poems. ] [ Previous covers by @gauriwrites and @latejune ]
