I am a scottie dog

I am a scottie dog

I am a scottie dog

 
Strong morning sunshine falling though the double windows over the sink.
Bright light turned her curl of blonde hair into of filaments of gold. 
It lies across the side of her forehead and touching her eyebrow beautifully.
Her cobalt blue eyes like the solitude of the sea, sparkling.


I just saw her once, 
and every time when I thought of it,
my heart was throbbing with excitement.
Feeling my sweat is trickling down my cheeks. 


Her snowy house dress is covering of little red roses 
What if her little hand touch me. 

Author's Note

15 year old me,
Am I promiscuous?
Am I a freak?

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[king louis]

Sometimes, I think so negative "Oh! I am naive as I am in yellow, how can I marry a white girl?"
"I will no longer exist." then I will have lots of thoughts of commting suicide. Yet, I will not give up. Oneday, I can chase her.