The Handsome Stranger and My Stream of ConciousnessA Poem by PeachesI'm so upset. If I don't see him again, I don't think I'll find a partner. Not unless I find his features in someone else. I'm such a mess.Oh! Universe, Please be as kind to let our paths cross again. My heart won't take another second without him. Every star that appears after the sunset are my birthday candles. It would be so damn cruel as to see our story end. I can't tell if my heart is in between the sheets Or if my eyes are favoring the eye candy. My thoughts aren't so depraved as they are described. Oh, but a kiss. A kiss is all i desire on the inside. But only if I knew what I'd do after. Universe, I feel like a child who wouldn't leave the shop, Until her mother buys her the toy she wants. Tears would fall, and the child would fall to the ground Where a tantrum disturbs the adults around her. Oh, I'll be good if you give to me want I want. But this is no boy-toy. His perfect brown skin tone causes confusion of if he either would be Native, Chinese, or South American. His gaze reminds me of the morning sun. His style is just so f*****g impeccable. Jean jacket and a clean cut. The way he runs his masculine hand through his short pitch black hair... Universe, Let him be forever and always, Mine, mine, mine.
© 2015 PeachesAuthor's Note
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