His deep, blue
eyes look right
into my soul.
His touch lingers
on my shoulder.
His smile lights
up my insides.
He holds onto me
tightly, never
letting go.
He grips my thigh,
reassuring me that
everything will be okay.
He stares at me intently.
I ask him,
"What are you looking at?"
He bit his lip firmly
to which he replied,
"A work of art."
YOU ARE READING
Open Minded
RandomFrom the author of Markiplier, CrankGameplays, and Jacksepticeye Imagines: A poetry book that allows you to enter the mind of Angie Agosto, and see where she gets her creative ideas from. These poems will be deep, sad, sappy, and very real. Enjoy!
