Do you remember when we used to stay up talking late at night and I would forever be talking about stars?
Well lately I've found myself thinking about your chocolate brown eyes. And then I realised that your eyes are a sky full of beautiful constellations that cannot compare to the sights you see every night. Every time I see them I find another adventure or story to occupy myself with. And now, they will be what I talk about forever.
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Poetry ☹ Lukeyslaugh
Poetrypoetry ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a ge...
