Kegan, my dear Kegan

Kegan, I will always dream of being able to move my hand across your delicate face.

To feel the texture of your beautiful brown hair, slither through my fingers.

To have your breathing form a melody in my ears that is so pure and angelic.

And to feel your lips touch mine in an unexplainable way.

But I'm behind a glass wall, not able to get to you.

Break it Kegan, BREAK IT!

----Author's Note----
This poem is about my crush named Kegan. I have fell deeply in love with him and I haven't even spoke one word to him. I love him so much.