Chapter 4
He is a sun-kissed hurricane
That I never saw coming.
That I never could,
That could level my cities
And never even try.
I am brought to my knees
By the way the air refuses to settle
When he leaves the room.
By the way,
Elements are born in his gaze.
By the way,
He cannot pass by without touching and moving and shaping and changing
Everything,
Every boy-city in his path,
He is green eyes and a massive storm
1,520 kilometers wide.
I am swept away.
A/n I saw this on tumblr I reAlly like it
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•Crush poems•
PoetryThis book is just going to be about some poems, or feelings towards crushes. Some are good and happy but some are bad and sad. Just things that you can relate to about your crushes. -Vanessawright73
