it all started with a stare,
how your glasses framed
your eyes and how
those black orbs passed
through my soul
you were bowing your
head slightly
and you stared
at me, "hey."
oh how ravishing you
looked everytime you
do that
your slightly curly hair
whisked against
the wind, and your
bangs reached the
rim of your glasses
you grinned as you
turned your gaze
towards my me
it was the same stare
you gave me everyday
though this time it
made me feel different
your eyes glinted
against mine,
my eyes that now sing,
"i like you."
YOU ARE READING
MIZZLE。
Romance"though until now, i don't know if i am still in love with you or i'm inlove with the thought of loving you." i hear the rain pour outside as i stare at your cold and questionable eyes. i still wonder how i managed to survive a storm for the sake of...
