The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.

Tears turn sands to mud,
Eyes unveil only sorrows,
Outstretched hands alone,
Red hair is tossing winds,
Lips parched upon dry air,
Barren of flesh to be held,
Toes are frozen on strands,
Eyes remembering of joys,
By the sea that breaks me,
My hand in yours no more.

Out in the opens, I loved you fair,
A greeting door of wishes left ajar,
My heart was true consummation,
Offered up to you, beautiful laddie,
Hands held out for your windy soul
And one day my promises became,
Just woulds and pines and beach,
A childish strand of story charms,
Now a love goes cold, ungathered,
A rag of cloths hangs nigh to ribs,
I leave my prints on knotted wood,
My greeting door is closed to you.

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Its like every time you talk to me you're singing

Its like whenever you look at me
You're staring

Its like whenever you laugh with me
You laugh harder than before

Its like whenever you smile at me
You look happier for once

Maybe its just my imagination
But by the way your acting
Its as though you could like me too

But I know that that's impossible
My lie caused you to slip away
Slip so far in fact I could never have you stay

That's what makes it so difficult
To hear you sing, to see you stare, to hear your laugh and to see you smile.
Because I know its not me that happy about
She's the reason you sing, stare, laugh and smile

At least imagination keeps me calm.