Your hair is russet brown,
curling angelically on your
forehead. I stand in the shadows,
watching from afar, five stone
pillars separate us. I see your
lips move, a smile graces your
mouth. The empty hall fills
with laughter, the girl trying
so hard for you to look at
her, to lust for her; but I
know you. You're shy
to the opposite sex and
don't like the burden a
relationship brings. She
pushes a lock of hair from
her face, hanging on to your
every word. I turn my head
away, muttering fervent prayers
to God, asking forgiveness for
my sin. It not your fault that
you're handsome with a
amazing mind and personality
to match. For it's my ongoing
obsession with you, your voice
rings loud inside my head, your
scent hangs heavily me, like
rich brandy, making me drunk.
It tears at my heart, Desire
and Pain, knowing that
I can never you hold close.
You walk away from her,
disappointment etched upon
her face. You come toward
my spot, I try to melt into
the shadows, but my gold
hair and white skin stand out.
I lower my eyes as you come
over to me. "Hey, how long
have you been there?" you
ask. I lock my eyes with
yours, exotic blue to dark
green, your large goggles
turn them a hazy brown.
"Just a few minutes, want
to go to the library?" I say
casually, another lie to
weigh down my conscious
late at night. You give me
a small smile, your lips curve
beautifully on your face,
warming my heart and bringing
me out from my dark thoughts.
You lead the way, I follow in
silence; unspoken desires rattle
in my mind, wishing to be free
from the dark chamber. We stop
at the doors, a questioning frown
is now on your face, "Are you
sure you're ok...You've been really
quiet." I only smile and nod, you
open the doors and walk through;
a game console appears from the
depths of your pocket. I close the
door of both my dreams and the
library behind me.
AN: This was written for someone special, so please no flames. Enjoy.