she's so uncertain on how he feels about her, so he remindsher everyday of how her sweet soul reminds him of a Saturday nightfilm and a Sunday morning coffee.he tells her that her eyes are like an ocean full of secrets but are silhouettedin an impeccable blue.
"sometimes"
the word is continuously playing throughout her head when she asks
if he still sees her the way he used to, if he still see's the pretty blue ocean, or if he still wants to watch that Saturday night film. sadly, this filmsabout to end.
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Blind Words
PoetryLol this isn't exactly poetry, idk but oh well. I write in this whenever I just feel like shit.
