17: End Game

His eyes rose her heart to her throat
His words are surreal like a love's quote
His smiles glisten like diamond in the sun
His sense of fashion could leave one stun

Her eyes collided with his at ease
Her heart yearned for a contact of his
But when it shone on her, she felt unease
Her heart smiled but it stung her like bees

Her soul desired to be his end game
How badly she wanted to feel his flame
But what if she ended up like his ex-lovers,
Lose a friend, a lover and carry the blame?

^Love, Naomi^

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