His eyes are so dark but still hold the light of a thousand stars
they turn to the shape of the moon in the sky when he smiles
Thats my greatest prize
His one smile, his one chuckle
Melts me into a puddle
To some i sound poetic
To some like a lunatic
But how else do i describe him
When he drives my heart frantic
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Thoughts in existence
ПоэзияThis is not a story but some of my thoughts in form of sorta poems. Hope u like them. The picture used in the cover is mine. I have made the cover myself pls dont copy
