I like
your eyes,
But only when they're tired.
They like to say
they're fine,
Even when they're dying.
YOU ARE READING
In Love with the Flowers.
Poetry•little poems by me• she was in love with the flowers, but couldn't love a person
eyes
I like
your eyes,
But only when they're tired.
They like to say
they're fine,
Even when they're dying.
