our curls twist together,
can't tell whose is whose.dark brown eyes,
the eyes i'd always choose.beautiful tan skin like mine,
but i hate to say i care.but it doesn't matter anymore,
our love is just too rare.—s.n.

twin flame
our curls twist together,
can't tell whose is whose.dark brown eyes,
the eyes i'd always choose.beautiful tan skin like mine,
but i hate to say i care.but it doesn't matter anymore,
our love is just too rare.—s.n.