There something, in the way she moves. How her lips pull apart just a little bit when she gets a glimpse of you. Every-time you do something incredibly charming she turns her head to the side to hide her expressions.
She walks towards you, and everything about her scares you, especially that look in her eyes when she sees right through you and you know it.
With little effort, just her presence you know just sets your world off balance. The most beautiful smile belongs to her, but as rare as a shooting star she hardly shows it. When she does It’s a miracle.
There something in the way he speaks, his voice sounds like music to me. His eyes are dark intimidating yet I can’t help but stare. That smile, though the most amazing smile like he been with a thousand beautiful girls before he came here.
He looks at me, i’m frightened but i walk towards him. There is something underneath that charm that is reeling me in, like a magnet.
Who is this stranger, who makes me smile with just one exchange of glances. Something magical, he will be the end of me. Call me a masochist, suicidal but I don’t care. I wan’t to get to know him, get past the stares.
The best way to get to know a person is not by what they say about themselves, but what they say about the world, people and everything else. So if you want to get to know me there is no better way than just simply reading my work. It’s the window to my soul.