Love

Dreaming on knowing what his lips taste like...

Wanting to run my fingers through his wet hair...

Waiting for him to touch me, even if it is torture...

Melting whenever his mouth stretches to his ear and a beautiful laugh escapes...

Watching his craziness and knowing i can't have That for myself...

Knowing he will never want an admirer with no IMAGE...

Crying whenever our gazes dance slowly at school...

Dying to know what you are thinking of me...

Thinking of you... Thinking of me... Together...

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