The thrill of your eyes looking into mine has yet to dilute itself at all.
The two spheres of icy blue have found their way into my head,
at the most bizarre of times.This being one of those times.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
Eyes.
The thrill of your eyes looking into mine has yet to dilute itself at all.
The two spheres of icy blue have found their way into my head,
at the most bizarre of times.This being one of those times.