her eyes are the trees that surround her favorite place on earth, the reflections off the lake. they're the blades of grass and the clouds that pass overhead, warning but not yet delivering the storm.
she hates them, despises them, but they're my favorite color, my favorite things to stare into.
I don't think she quite understands how beautiful she is, through my eyes and everyone else's.
her smile lights up not just the room, but the lives of anyone and everyone she's around.
I can't breathe around her, but she's far from hurting me. it's too late now to put up walls, I'm in too deep.
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wowza that was fun to write. sorry it's two days later than when I promised but yanno. life happens. love yah all
xx
Sam
