Your eyes are beautiful.
They are kind, loving eyes.
They are soulful and creamy brown. Your eyes have depth and life
In some ironic way they in no way match their owner.
You are a cold empty building in a glowing, booming city.
Actually you are the city
Glowing. Inviting.
And your heart is an empty, broken building.
YOU ARE READING
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Não FicçãoA collection of thoughts and ramblings from my sophomore year of high school
