He rides a motorcycle much like my classmate Nik.
He is a gentle soul with a lot of respect and he doesn’t just like my singing; in fact he’s in love with it.
He is tough and wears blue jeans and a tank top underneath his black leather jacket.
He’s really tough and he likes defending me.
That’s because he’s the only one who does.
He’s not afraid to kill someone.
I’m his Bonnie
He’s my Clyde.
He has a good education and he lives for today.
He loves biochemistry, philosophy and literature.
He quotes from sonnets and he knows a lot about Voltaire and Shakespeare.
He’s a man who is hard to read, he likes to fight for people’s rights and he has the most charming voice.
He plays guitar and listens to the same music that I do.
But he is almond-onyx eyed and beautiful.
To me.
He is
A dreamer.
He listens to the wind and stars because they keep him safer than his dreams.
He doesn’t watch much tv, but his favorite show is Riverdale.
He doesn’t trust Facebook or twitter or social media. In fact he’d like to get off of all of his social media.
He says I’m his bohemian girl.
I think he’s my man and he’s my bad boy.
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