I used to spend hours with you,
just sat, gazing through your eyes,
into your lonely soul,
yet I still cant comprehend your very existence. I remember the appearance, the fair blonde hair, getting darker with age, the cheek in your smile, the long eyelashes and faint freckles, I remember counting your freckles once, all 168 of them. Your skin was warm and soft, like a baby.Were you real? I wondered that alot? A perfect piece of art, in a place no different to a scrap yard. You held a personality that could kill. The anger that could pierce through the relaxed, tame surface was like fire scolding my skin, yet could disappear with so much as my glance of sheer disapproval. The care and passion. Determination ran through your veins! I knew from the start I would fall in love with you!