Shyly admiring from the short afar
though he genuinely is not that of a true star,
my heart cannot help but falter in his wake
to which arises the wings of a warm, tentative heartache
and a mere glance from him banishes my breath
that will undoubtedly, one day be the spawn of my death
Yet it's his smile that convinces my soul to melt
Although, at the cease of the day it silently does welt
For despite my daydreams, he is far from mine
though enchanting his heart would be much divine
Whilst I expect he is not conscious of my infatuation
to those around, his smug subtle glances are not to be mistaken.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
One Shots, Poems, and Scenes
Historia CortaThis is just filled with a bunch of one shots and random stuff I wrote when I was bored. WARNING: some of these stories aren't very happy ones and involve things such as depression, mentions of self harm, thoughts of suicide, homophobia, bullying, e...
