Coffee Shop
So here we are at this coffee shop
We leave at 11
And little does he know
I'm sketching him
But not like a regular artist does,
I sketch him with words.
You can capture the essence of a person better with words any day than you could with a paintbrush
You can know his eyes are blue, like light blue, and when you look deep into them
Its like you are floating on the sea
And when you look at his skin
Its got small freckles and stuff, but also the color of his skin practically gleams
His teeth are so bright I'm nearly blinded when he smiles
Im so glad I get to stay a while.
-connor, his own journal
Someday
Maybe someday I will show him these
And he will know they are about him
Maybe someday we will get married
And look into each others eyes until the sky gets dim
But I guess history taught us to hate
And often times, we do hate.
All I hope is that he does not hate me when I kiss him
-troye, in his own journal.
