Our conversation had lulled soon after she had told me about last September.
Your vision is rippled with pleasure, as she glides, oblivious,
I die a little as you smile, secretly, hoping people don't see
In your arms your need throb's delusional
She is dearer to you than the air you breathe
Sometimes, I just want to be her.
"Because you can never really know a person unless you meet them face to face." Summer knew it was a sensitive topic.
I have always wondered how it is that we go from not knowing anything at all to understanding that boys and girls are different.
She was worried about Cute. She hoped he wasn't into bad company or doing drugs.
Very recently, I was checking my PR account to see if there was any useful message or one worth replying.
I could not stop staring, guzzling my ‘actual’ drink to try and calm the knot that was coiled in my stomach.
It was almost summer when I first saw her. After a long and one of the coldest winters I had experienced, days were getting warmer again and I couldn’t have been more relieved.