Crimson red painted my face as our hands accidentally touched.
It was never the first time, but it always felt like it was.
The anxious feeling was absent.
Hence, the sheepish smile on my lips cannot be helped but to escape.
YOU ARE READING
Immortalized Gentleman
PoetryA book that will never be marked as completed until my very last breath as I decide to write about you as long as I live. The immortalized gentleman that the world knows but still remains mysterious and unknown. My eternal subject, my muse. ________...
