His Dear Story Poem by Filcrow Nia

His Dear Story

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An angel reflects in my glasses,
While I turn pages and bake novels,
His gaze burns with longing secrets,
I felt my heart vibrate, and I screamed, enchanted.

It seems his eyes have been scary, staring through me,
It appears too reserved and desperate, silently,
What desire lingered, he kept
Yet I wait for another, dear diary.

His Dear Story
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