The red neon light

dances across his silver eyes

looking like a sunset on water.

his breathing is soft and slow,

I notice while I watch him as he talks

About life and destiny

Which makes me wonder if us

meeting was part of an angels doing.

He places his hand gently on my arm

Guiding me to all his favorite spots

In this town that never stops raining.

His touch reminds me that I have

A beating heart inside me,

it pounds like drums at a rally.

It’s loud and never ending.

I must remember though,

he is passionate as one can be,

but his heart does not burn for me.

// This poem was actually inspired by a character in a book series I'm currently reading, Froy just happened to be a good example of what he resembles haha!//