I heard his footsteps
approaching me
and all that I could see
were those ocean eyes
beaming from
across the room.
When they met mine,
oh my god.
I was lost.
I pulled him into my grip,
his hands on my hips
holding me tight.
Suddenly, time had
stopped and I
couldn't feel anything.
I felt weightless.
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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!
