He was a dream, Even though they're apart, She's still right. He came to her so suddenly and left even quicker, Just like a dream. She can barely remember anything they did together. He would kiss her forehead and tell her that he loves her like in the books that she Always read. He used to stare at her and she would ask why, He'd say she's pretty and she'd blush and shake her head. But Everytime, dragonflies flooded in her body, Yes, dragonflies, Instead of butterflies Because they're more intense. She could stare into his eyes every second of every day, Getting lost inside the galaxies of his eyes, Letting them drown her in the beauty that only he could give off. He was much like poetry, Subtle, yet overwhelmingly beautiful. " I don't miss you exactly, but i miss our love" SHE SAID
Poetry is of immense appeal