Golden tousled hair
Like grain;
Reminds me
Of a god;
That is why you are
Charming,
But not quite
Trustable
Makes me scared
of ever
Giving you
My heart.
Or you ever
Giving me
Yours.
Taller each year,
Stronger each season.
Smiles around
Like a dog waiting to run.
Warm darkness,
Shadowed on
My honey skin,
Hooded
Grey arrows
In the dark halo
Of my chocolate
I am Rush.
Nothing is worth my
‘No time.’
So hurry now to
Catch my
Running storyline.
The girl observes from afar, unsure of his intention,
thinking his distance is a sign of rejection.
In the shadow of his eyes, she sought a spark,
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