Wrightfloyd

The wind softly tousling his hair around was almost all I needed to fall for him. The night was perfect, save for the police siren in the far distance. But then, even the imperfections had their place tonight Around the perfection. Around Rick. ***** "Jimmy…" he whispered almost silently, Though he knew I could hear him, For had he said nothing, I still would have known. "What is it," I asked, Knowing I'd give it my all For if he asked me for the world The world he'd be shown. "Make me feel real," He asked with a wink. Take my beating ribs from my chest My lovesick heart would've flown. "I'll do my best," I spoke