He said that every time I looked into my eyes it painted an imagine,
An imagine of all the galaxy's he's dream to explore,
An imagine of all the colours in the world that he's yet to learn,
An imagine of all the things in life he'd never considered beautiful until now.
He said more than he did,
Was something I concluded when one day the galaxy's were already discovered,
And the colours were tedious as any other brown or blue shade would be,
And the beautiful things weren't beautiful at all just invisible to everyone else,
now including him.
YOU ARE READING
The secret journal of a girl you'll never know.
RomanceOriginal pieces written and produced by me, the girl you will never really know, only through these few pieces will you be able to get some insight
