Her eyes remind me of yours,
they're as green as the forest.
Her hair smells like yours,
a little like spicy mandarins.
Her lips taste like yours,
as tasty as the ripest cherries.
C.
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Subconscious Mind
PoetryMaybe someday, our aching hearts will mend, and the bond that connects us for a lifetime, won't ever be broken. ••• Subconscious /sʌbˈkɒn(t)ʃəs/ of or concerning the part of the mind of which one is not fully aware but which influences one's actions...
Ninety Seven.
Her eyes remind me of yours,
they're as green as the forest.
Her hair smells like yours,
a little like spicy mandarins.
Her lips taste like yours,
as tasty as the ripest cherries.
C.
