Lolita had sad green eyes,
The kind you just wanna stare at forever
Her eyes held a whirlwind of emotions
I look into them when she's daydreaming, thinking about whatever's in that big complicated mind of hers
And they look happy and sad and confused all at the same time
And all I want is to know what she's thinking about and hold her in my arms.
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Perfect Hurricane
PoetryWhen Lolita spoke nothing else mattered He could only hear her The loud noise of passing of cars and pedestrians and screaming sea gals was nothing compared to the loudness he heard in Lolita's voice A soft voice that put him to sleep every night A...
