Her eyes remind me of whiskey and flowers in the meadow.
Speckles of dirt through out the grass.
Her eyes are the color of sunset when she's mad.
Her eyes are the things that appear in my dreams first.
I'd know her eyes anywhere.
Her eyes. Oh her eyes. They make me weak.
They make me smile.
I look at her as she looks at me. And I see happiness. I see love,compassion, and intelligence.
I fell for the abstract canvas that is her eyes.
And I hope she has fallen for mine.
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It Started as A Nightmare
Cerita PendekI dreamt a dream and this story has been strung, a complicated web in which you realize how much your life could be changed with each breath. And each dream. I'm going to add to this in random intervals so keep checking back. Please leave feedback :...
