From the dimple on his right shoulder to the birth mark on his left arm
The small scar above his right eye the curve of his left eyebrow
The twinkle in his eyes are just like star
The shy smile when I catch him staring
The way he smiles around his mom
The gentle news of his being
The eloquence of his speech
the way he walks as if he is gliding on air the muscles that move so smoothly everytime he moves
The fire in his eyes
The way his presence envelopes you with a feeling of safety
The way that no matter how much you want him he can never be caught
And the best thing is he was never real
Alle James
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
From the dimple on his right shoulder to the birth mark on his left arm
The small scar above his right eye the curve of his left eyebrow
The twinkle in his eyes are just like star
The shy smile when I catch him staring
The way he smiles around his mom
The gentle news of his being
The eloquence of his speech
the way he walks as if he is gliding on air the muscles that move so smoothly everytime he moves
The fire in his eyes
The way his presence envelopes you with a feeling of safety
The way that no matter how much you want him he can never be caught
And the best thing is he was never real
Alle James
