the writer wrote his stories, 
& the student read his notes.
as the scent of coffee fluttered,
they looked up amazed.
when their eyes met, 
they couldnt look away.

The dark brown hair, 
and deep set eyes,
the arched brows.
the writer studied the student, 
and read him like a book. 

the writer had emotions, 
he never had before. 
the writer felt feelings, 
only his characters bore.

He saw through those eyes an innocent boy.
who needed protection from the world’s evil coy.
He wants to embrace and secure.hug and cherish.
love and conquer. He wants to but can’t do… 

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if it hurts you for me to be me, 

i think its best i take my things and leave.

at least i know. 

i’m not causing any pain. 

at least i know. 

i’m not bringing you shame.