the very first time i saw you
i was curious about you
the grin you gave with friends nearby
the camaraderie i was not too sure why i was interested in
the clean and fresh style you wore
from your head to your toes
but by far the most prominent
the strange fatal attraction i felt towards you
i knew it would only end in mishap...
but i continued to look anyways.
the second time i saw you
i resented you
the smug look you wore so effortlessly
as if it were a second skin on your glowing tanned one
the aura you gave off
reeked of lust and bad intentions
the look you gave me when our eyes crossed paths
is one i will never forget
you made my blood boil and churn to a point where i was so annoyed
that you had such a hold over me and my emotions...
yet i consciously allowed it to be so.
but amongst all of that
i still was intrigued by your presence
one which somehow graced mine in such a cyclic manner
i swore nothing would be of it
as i felt it so many times before of the same caliber
but as we all are aware of
nothing ever goes as planned when the very fact of its existence
spontaneously came about.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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