your eyes are a beauty shade of brown.
it reminds me of some chocolate lava cake;
it's all nice and brown on the outside,
but when you dig deeper,
and get to it's core,
it melts,
everything spills,
and never can it be put back in it's place.
poor boy,
you're broken.
but that's okay.
i will be here for you.
-p.l.
YOU ARE READING
thigh highs // phan
FanfictionCOMPLETE (fem!dan!jock!phil!) (journal entries) "...this boy loved sitting underneath the cherry blossom trees, reading poetry, while drinking white roseberry tea."
