curly long fiery red locks.
a feverish soft tan that alienated the sun and kissed her gently.
every sigh.
every gasp.
every pause.
ached to become one.
tension in her greenish blue eyes I secretly wanted to haunt.
I secretly wanted to be more than a student.
more than a afterthought.
more than a conceived after school dream.
I wanted to be more.
as childish as it seems I wanted her so bad it was hard not to scream.
to be more than vulnerability.
more than a kid.
it was a time I wished I was older.
though God didn't smile upon it.
I want the 27 years old yet my senior.
if dreams at night tasted too sweet I just felt heaven.
I felt love knowing I'm too young.
haunted by the presence alone.
knowing I wanted to taste i wanted to feel her alone.
a prince to worship his queen though it seems she sat lonely on her throne.
yet this was love.
fore a moment my heart collapsed.
replace with this ache that will never be.
knowing I would never see a you and me.
©darkmocha
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