They say his soul is like his eyes
Dark and Dangerous
Hard and Cold
I'd have to agree, his soul is like his eyes
Bright and Kind
Soft and Warm
If they would just look, they would see
Exactly what I see
And that's what terrifies me
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Here We Go Again
PoetryEverything I haven't said I feel like I should have titled this "Ya girl: A Sad Bitch"
