Mike Lobel
Love. Passion.
Chocolate locks. Deep, blue eyes. Destiny.
All I can do is write a poem about him, whenever I get the time. I need to see if I can have an intimate intellectual understanding with him.
And yet, he makes it difficult for me. Whenever I walk by, he smirks at me, causing me to almost lose my muse. I write a few words in my notebook, and he runs his hands through my hair in an attempt to distract me.
And the hardest thing for me to admit? He's trying to make me fall for him.
Even harder?
It's working...every time.
Chocolate locks. Deep, blue eyes. Destiny.
All I can do is write a poem about him, whenever I get the time. I need to see if I can have an intimate intellectual understanding with him.
And yet, he makes it difficult for me. Whenever I walk by, he smirks at me, causing me to almost lose my muse. I write a few words in my notebook, and he runs his hands through my hair in an attempt to distract me.
And the hardest thing for me to admit? He's trying to make me fall for him.
Even harder?
It's working...every time.